conbis (conbis)

Fireflies blinked brief alphabets against black’s blank scroll, glyphs gulped by dark between syllables. I chased their vowels barefoot and thought: brilliance breathes in fragments—it flares, it falters, it flees, because even genius gags on forever.

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There are places I’ve been that live in my memory like dreams. I’m not sure if they were real, or if they’ve become something more.

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Against the molten throat of sunset bleeds sky, ribbons of gold dripping into wounds of night. I swallow its glow whole, jaw salted raw with awe, knowing even beauty can bruise when it leans too hard on silence sharpened bright as knives.

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Shadows quilted the ravine, stitching its bones in black thread. And I whispered: endings look like this—sewn slow, hemming the wild in cloth thick enough to smother screams, soft enough to trick you into thinking closure is gentle.

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