Unraveling

I watched the thread,
slip from my fingers,
cold as steel.

I couldn’t hold the end,
or trace the start.

Like a shadow in alleys,
following the hunt,
its shadow in my chest,
too swift to name.

I watched the thread
through the silence.

You can only sense
when nothing stirs.

I felt tremors pulse
through skin, through bone,
feeding questions to the dark,
unanswered, unclaimed.

I watched the thread
inside my chest,
hoping to touch
what waits beneath.

I felt desire untamed,
in pulses I could feel,
lost in corners,
no soul can satiate.

I watched the thread
through the unraveling,
at the edge,
hoping I can find

a space to breathe,
with the hunger and the ache
that leave their mark,
lingering, a weight I cannot shed.