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REBIRTH
She untied the knots of the night,
broke her sentence alongside the stars,
and let the moon rise by day,
so the sun could see her once more.
She no longer had to share her lonely feelings
only with letters,
nor sing them through her sobs,
hoping some owl would witness her.
Her old skin fell away,
leaving her exposed to an upside-down world
a world dead at heart, living only for its story.
She was the light through cathedral glass,
a rare date in a leap year.
She was the flash on the mountain peak
where your ego cannot breathe. Pure clarity.
Her dream turned reality.
She was reborn like a flower after the snow,
a dark force charging into life.
She was a rebel in this hollow world,
claiming everything as hers, and herself for everyone.
What was worse: expecting something from someone,
or having them expect something from you?
She didn't ask; she knew that if you even had to doubt,
you would never get close enough to touch her heart.
She was the desire in the sheets, the sweat of passion,
the brushstrokes meeting on a canvas.
But what happens when the art is worth more than the frame
and nobody notices? It reminds me of your body, sculpted in shadows.
She was everything and nothing, shadow and light,
fire and water, logic and form.
And somehow, she was mine; she slept beneath my tongue.
She felt like pure pleasure,
and at last, I was something more
than a body
aging
through time.
Slowly. Slowly.
I felt it all,
and I only took one pill.
I didn’t remember her,
but she was…
Rebirth.
I could hear the alarm in the distance,
fading away with the effect.
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