NECRO

Come… Fuck time... For it has never loved us... Come… As if the corpse of what we were Isn’t still warm between us, As if you don’t smell the rot of yesterday Curling up from the places we once touched. Come… Like you’ve forgotten how time slit our love open And left it bleeding in the dark, Metal on the tongue, That iron taste of something dying While we kept calling it beautiful. Come… Press yourself into me the way shadows merge Quiet, guilty, inevitable As if the world didn’t brand us forbidden, As if the smoke of our ruin Weren’t already settling in our lungs. Come… Let me pretend your breath Isn’t the ghost of a promise we buried, That the cold between us Is just nightfall And not the truth we stopped naming. Come… One more time, Let the memory of you burn through me Like a wick too short to save, Wax dripping, scorching, Filling the air with the scent Of something once sweet Now turned to ash. Come… Though love is long dead And all we taste now Is the charred echo Of what we were never meant to keep. Come… Fuck time... For it has never loved us... An1, 2025