𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔,
𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕕 𝕦𝕡 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕨𝕒𝕪.
𝕎𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕤,
𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝔾𝕠𝕕, 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕨𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕗𝕦𝕝 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥?  

𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕙𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤,
𝕆𝕗 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥 𝕝𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕟𝕤,
𝕆𝕗 𝕨𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦’𝕕 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝
𝔸𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕒𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕧𝕠𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕕.  

𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟—
𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕗𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟—
𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕪 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕,
𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕦𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕖𝕝𝕤𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕.  

𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕥—𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕩𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘—
𝕃𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕀 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕥. 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤, 𝕕𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕚𝕟,
𝕊𝕒𝕗𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕤𝕠 𝕀 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕓𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕.  

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕞𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖,
𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕞𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕝𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕪 𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕨
ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝. 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕗𝕝𝕠𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕—𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕,
𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕕𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕚𝕥,
𝔹𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕨.  

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕙 𝕚𝕟 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕞.
𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕕 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕖,
𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘,
𝕄𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕥.  

ℕ𝕠𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕪,
𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙
𝕋𝕠 𝕗𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕—
𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣, 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕗𝕦𝕝.  

𝕐𝕠𝕦, 𝕓𝕝𝕦𝕖—𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖, 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖.
𝕄𝕖, 𝕣𝕖𝕕—𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕓𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖𝕤 𝕀 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜.
𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕠𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣, 𝕨𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕡𝕦𝕣𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕤𝕜𝕪 𝕒𝕥 𝕕𝕦𝕤𝕜— 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕗, 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕟.  

𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥,
𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕀 𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕕—
𝕊𝕦𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕝𝕪,
𝕐𝕠𝕦.

The bottle sits,
A quiet invitation,
Its glass glinting like a promise
I know it cant keep.
But still, I reach.
I pour.
I drink.

And its not the taste I crave-
Its the silence.
The way the edges blur,
How the sharp corners of my thoughts
Dull into something I can hold
Without bleeding.
For a moment,
I am lighter.
For a moment,
I am not myself.

The hallway stretches out,
Bright and forgiving,
A place where the weight lifts,
Where the air doesn't press so hard
Against my chest.
i walk there
Slow, unsteady steps,
My shadow trailing behind me
Like it knows the truth.

Because the truth is this:
I am always circling the same room,
The same walls,
The same silence that isn't really silent.
But instead full of whispers
That sounds like my own voice.
They tell me I am not enough.
They tell me I am too much.
And they tell me I am both,
And I believe them.

But the door at the end-
That door- it waits.
It always waits.
And when it opens,
The dark room swallows me whole.
Its walls closing in,
Its whispers louder than before.

I thought I had escaped.
I thought I could leave.
But the bottle only leads me back
To the place i was running from,
To the thoughts I drowned
That seems to only rise again.
Stronger, sharper,
Angrier..

And so I drink
Not to forget,
But to pause.
To delay the inevitable return
To the room that knows my name,
The room that knows the sound of my breaking.

I sit there,
The bottle heavy in my hand,
Its weight a comfort and a curse.
I tell myself this is the last time,
But I've told myself that before.
The hallway calls to me,
Its light a cruel trick,
A fleeting kindness
That never stays.

When I'm there again,
I'll sit in its silence,
Waiting for the bottle to call me back,
Knowing it will,
Knowing I will answer.
And the cycle will begin again-
That bright hallway,
That dark room,
the bottle, and then
The breaking.

There is no ending here,
Only the same story,
Told in different words.
Still always the same,
The bottle sits.
I reach.
I pour.
I drink.

Time unspools in red threads—
veins of the clock,
still pulsing long after it stopped.

I loved you like a candle loves
its own ruin.
Wax-kissed. Flame-fed.
Afraid of the dark,
but terrified to burn forever.

Your shadow curls beneath my ribs,
whispering if, if, if
like a broken pendulum.

Each memory
a spark that needles my skin—
not warmth,
just that cruel static ache
of something trying to return
through numbness.

Some nights,
I see your name in the firelight
and can’t remember
if I dreamed you
or lost you.

Your eyes
are locked doors in a burning house,
still standing—
but everything inside is ash.
No one hears the screams anymore.

They flicker like dying lanterns,
casting truth across the walls.
A glance becomes a funeral.
You look away—
and the whole world forgets to breathe.