The Story That Breathes Back

we did not come here

to just press play

to recite predictable scripts

we came here

…because the walls remember

because the silence between screens

hums with unfinished sentences

because someone else's voice

still echoes in your mouth

and you mistook it for your own

— here —

story is not archive

it is apparition

not a past retold

but a future rehearsing

its first      breath

so welcome

to the between

Between what was and becoming 

where you are not the audience

but the thread pulled loose

the ritual unspooling

the deliberate flaw

in a tapestry

designed to break

just enough

to let us through