My work explores intimacy, nature, and the emotional imprints we carry. Through poetry and prose, I seek the language of what remains unspoken — the sensations, silences, and truths that shape us
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You move, and something in me realigns — like the tide remembering what it was made for. You are both stillness and fever, the breath I lose between the pulse and the echo. When you laugh, light burns through fog — a wound made radiant. Without you, the world keeps spinning, but
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Your shirt still hangs on the back of a chair, creases shaped like hesitation. I pour water, watch it still. The glass fogs between my hands— a small, invisible heat that refuses to leave. You said it didn’t mean anything. I watched the words fall, each one a thin
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The house exhales as if it knows my name. Floorboards sigh under footsteps that aren’t mine. Shadows pool in corners of memory, slipping along walls like smoke from a fire long dead. Your absence walks beside me— soft, deliberate, tracing ribs with fingers made of frost. I taste iron