TLA
Moving Playlist
A soundtrack builds—
static, sublime.
Glass breaks open
the face I wear.
White-knuckle silence,
no one near.
Darkness breathes.
Tears bloom
like ink in water.
A heart undone
by wet pulse,
by tremor—
I shake,
and keep listening.
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