what remains
i am nothing but a ruin collapsed and radiant cracked open to let the light in
unfortunately there is no name for the peace that comes after breaking open right; no word to describe the sweet wreckage you leave me in again and again
i would love to tell you what it feels like to get my walls torn down over and over again what it feels like to get trespassed to have the doorways of my hips open up for you to have my chest be a stained-glass window trembling from the wind
i am nothing but a ruin humming with our echo