DAUGHTERS OF THE THRESHOLD — echoes before the pyre

Between Irish #banshee and Kerala’s Neeli,
I carry their echoes —
a vessel of grief, a witness of silence,
where mourning becomes memory.

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EUSTACEAN — #serotinal echoes linger, where laughter fossilised in amber still carries its warmth.

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INSOMNIA — dreams file their own confessions

Sometimes it’s not the nightmares that haunt you,
but the dream that remembers your sins?

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ASHES — when the grave mistakes your breath for an echo

Sometimes it’s not death that terrifies,
but how soil remembers what you tried to forget?

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MASK OF ECHOES —where memory learns to guard itself

Every #talisman is a mirror of survival. Mine is carved from silence, yet it teaches me how to speak. 🧿

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EPHEMERON — sparks of the fleeting

A cosmos in coffee, dust turned to dancers and the hush of brilliance dissolving before it can be named — life’s gilded sprinkles teach me that the fleeting is where meaning lives.

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A CORRIDOR MADE OF ECHOES
—where constellations rise from ruin

August cracked the ribs of the season;
all that lingered was glitter on the floor after the party,
and scars I mapped into stars.

Some endings glow louder than beginnings.

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MADNESS — when silence drafts the verdict

Sometimes it’s not the shadows that scare you,
but the mirror that writes your obituary?

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SABLELIGHT —where silence learns to breathe

There are hours that do not ask for names.
They arrive velvet-wrapped—
not quite night, not quite memory—
and in their hush, we rediscover the weight of silence.

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OBLIVIONARIA — my own Concrete Lullaby, where sirens thread my veins and fractures learn to sing.
The city rocks me restless, yet even ruin hums itself into survival.

Curated by @softservepsycho & @kaylaandthemoon

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