A cry doesn’t begin in the throat
It begins in the glitch.
That tiny hairline shiver
In the mind’s machinery where something
Slips
Catches
Repeats
You feel it first as staticA faint buzzing behind the eyes
Like a memory trying to reboot
But loading out of order
Faces without names
Rooms without doors
Your own voice
Speaking from the wrong distance
Then the fracture widens
Thoughts misfile themselves
Time folds in the middle
You watch yourself
Watching yourself
Not holding it together.
A cry leaks through the cracks
Not a sound
But a distortion.
A warped frequency that bends the air around you
Makes the walls breathe
Makes the floor tilt
As if the world is reconsidering
It\'s agreement to stay solid
It drags old fears
Out of their locked drawers
But they come out wrong
Blurred at the edges
Stitched together
From pieces that never belonged
To the same night.
And when the cry finally breaks
Shuddering
Involuntary
A collapse of all the versions of you
That couldn’t hold the line
It doesn’t echo
It multiplies.
It ricochets inside you
Like a thought you can’t unthink
A truth you can’t unhear
A fracture that keeps remembering
How to split