Where the Pain Escapes

I drag the silver across my skin—
a whisper,
a scream no one can hear.
Red blooms like a secret
finally spoken
in the hush of night.

The sting—
sharp, real—
cuts through the noise,
makes sense of the chaos
that lives beneath my ribs.

I watch the pain leave,
line by trembling line,
as if it knows the way out
better than I ever could.

For a moment,
I breathe.
Not better—
just quieter.

Not healed—
but emptied.

And that
is enough
for “Exhale”

I drag the silver across my skin—
a whisper,
a scream no one can hear.
Red blooms like a secret
finally spoken
in the hush of night.

The sting—
sharp, real—
cuts through the noise,
makes sense of the chaos
that lives beneath my ribs.

I watch the pain leave,
line by trembling line,
as if it knows the way out
better than I ever could.

For a moment,
I breathe.
Not better—
just quieter.

Not healed—
but emptied.

And that
is enough
for now
Maybe 🤔