it stayed after

where your pulse slows

panthers move in
air narrowing
silence leans
breath already here

panthers moving in
air stepping aside
floorboards held — then gave
dust turning slow
a smaller sound

a tightening of the air
a draft,
electric,
down the spine
the darkness leans in
closeness learning how to sin

skin drawn tight
as darkness moves close
silence older than ghosts
floorboards crack and give way

nothing left to stand on
soft pads land on stone
darkness closer than breath
soft pads scrape bone

soft pads scrape bone
marrow listening
pulse loses count
skin drawn
tight

something inside
already went still
names loosening
darkness filling
silence returning
veins learning

silence stalking
behind
heat in the spine
pulse without beat

something stands
inside the skin

panthers moving in
soft pads land on stone

bone crossing bone
soft pads home

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Other prose and poems from me.

The Noise That Forgot Silence - Ep 4

Still, Nothing

Warmth, still

What Fear Whispered Before

Another night, later.

still close enough

Between the two of us

Idle

One Step Is Enough

The Sun Said Hop

She Arrives in the Pause

Not All Love Is Meant To Be Found.

🌈 When Rainbows Speak Back

Nothing truly leaves — it just changes how it stays.

If something moved in you — a silence that whispered — I’d love to hear it below, or in my DM’s.

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