SOUL-SIPHONED WOE

-estefaaano-writes

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Thumb-traced landscapes of sorrow,

electric rivers of grief

flowing through veins of glass and light

We are the watchers

gathering wounds like delicate shells,

breaking them open 

to taste the salt of distant pain

Laughter erupts—

a wild thing

leaping between despair and defiance

sharp as broken glass

soft as a whispered prayer

Each swipe:

another story bleeding

another world fracturing

another moment of impossible beauty

We collect catastrophes

like rare moths pinned to memory

our hearts—

fragile wings

trembling between rage and wonder

Here: 

humor is survival

darkness is a language we speak

hope—

a persistent wildflower

growing through concrete cracks

We scroll

we survive

we remember

we resist