𖦹 The Shift I Feel in My Bones 𖦹

There’s a moment in the day  

where the light bends wrong —  

just enough to miss the places  

it used to find me.

The air still moves,  

but it brushes past like it’s learned  

a colder way of touching things.

Even the silence feels altered —  

once soft, now threaded with something brittle,  

something that cracks if I breathe too deep.

I walk the same familiar paths,  

but they don’t open the way they once did;  

the world meets me a fraction late,  

as if unsure of my shape.

And beneath the ribs,  

a small fracture hums —  

quiet, persistent,  

impossible to name,  

impossible to ignore.

-𝕃ℝ 🖤