Just poetry I wrote

"Autopsy of a Memory"

"i learned to dissect silence

before i ever spoke.

the house was full of voices

that never meant a thing—

echoes wearing his face,

commanding without touch.

i keep his shadow

folded in my ribs,

like a letter i never sent,

the words too sharp

to survive daylight.

logic tells me he’s gone,

but my neurons disagree—

they replay the sound of boots,

the click of a belt buckle,

the air retreating.

there is science

in the way i avoid mirrors.

reflection implies presence,

and i’ve been trying

to prove i exist

without becoming him.

the mind is a room

with one locked drawer;

inside,

a trembling child

rewrites the definition of love

to include silence,

fear,

and the scent of iron.

and yet—

sometimes, when i dream,

his ghost knocks gently,

asking if i’ve learned

to forgive data

for being incomplete."
>Hecate_Persephone<3