Chapter 1
April 10, 2025 at 8:41 AM
You're... leaving?
Then I'll...
unclench.
Was it—
my sharp edges?
My firefly temper?
...Should I have been
softer?
"Maybe
friends?"
(How
ordinary that word tastes now.)
We were comets once—
now just "see you around"
and a luck you don't mean.
No, I'm not crying.
(The lie evaporates
between syllables.)
Must be the rain.
Or your shadow
already walking away.
Go.
Even phoenixes
know when not to rise.
– PHNX (former inferno, current aftermath)