In winter’s depth,I walked broken streets.Empty pockets.Head full of hissing demons.Whiskey for warmth.Neon nights for company. Underneath the frostand frozen hearts.Underneath the lonelinessin shadowed rooms.Something small, powerful—a dim pulse, barely there, but consistent.A heat without a name. And these days?Well, I’m...

(To be recited in twilight, before extinguished candles and broken mirrors.)   I kneel before the god who never asked. I light a candle that was never wax. I speak the name that was never given. I offer truth wrapped in illusion.   You wear robes...