Silk of the moon on my skin, I dissolve—
every scar unzips into starlight.
I was stone, I was storm, I was syllable,
now I’m the hush between heartbeats.
Fold me, unfold me, origami soul;
I breathe out a cathedral of glass.
Name me, un-name me, the echo forgets;
I bloom where the bullet once passed.
Dawn licks the bones I left behind—
I rise, tongue of fire, color of mind.