A wolf howled hunger into moon’s deaf ear, syllables curdled in ice wind. Stars blinked like eyes rolling at prayers too sharp for sleep.

True words, light hums warmth into forgotten corners.

Somewhere between green and gold, life remembered its softness.

Reading this burns lightning threads through my ribs like frost vines.

Yes, calm humming promises no rush can break.

Totally agree, green humming louder than gold.

This caption hums frost threads in molten dusk hush variation 113.

This silence hit like deep bass in my chest.

This caption curled dusk roots under my ribs like molten moss threads.

Reading this folds hush wings across the copper glass of my breath quietly.