SEVERED

The smoke still clings a language of ruin

The smoke still clings a language of ruin

But it no longer owns the air I breathe

Each scar a hymn to what we became

I carry the ghost of your breath in my lungs

But it no longer owns the air I breathe

You built your church upon my grief

I knelt in silence beneath your flame

Every prayer I whispered burned my throat

Every hope another chain

I stared into the mirror

And saw both of us bleeding there

Not victim, not saint

Just two hollowed shapes learning how to disappear

I was not clean I was not kind

My hands are stained with the same decay

The room still hums with what you left

Your absence has teeth it chews the light

There are no words to bury the noise

No forgiveness sharp enough to cut the tie

There is no returning, no salvation here

Only the quiet that follows the storm

I stand in the ashes of who we were

And learn to call it peace

The fire fades

But its warmth remains

Not for you

But for me

I walked through ruin to find my shape

Through smoke, through guilt, through what we made

Every echo you left, I burned for warmth

Until silence spoke in my voice

No altar remains, no god to curse

Just bone and breath

and the will to exist

You were the storm that taught me calm

The void that showed me form

Now I stand unclaimed, unmade

Breathe in the ruin exhale the past

No god, no ghosts, no chains to grasp

From hollow lungs rebirth screams

I am the wound

I am the flame

exhale the past

rebirth screams