https://blog.spacehey.com/user?id=4268855The most recent Blog Entries by the User "𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖘" on SpaceHeyhttps://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=1952274https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=1952274You said love, but your mouth was full of ash. I tore out my ribs just to make you a home. You called that devotion. I called it normal. We were both wrong. We don’t kiss, we hunt. We don’t touch, we carve. Your nails keep my secrets under them, Mine keep your name. I break your hearSat, 18 Oct 2025 23:16:23 +0000https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=1951152https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=1951152I find you in the quiet places, where the wind turns old and the earth remembers bones. You try not to tremble, but I feel it, that little flutter beneath your ribs, the wild animal of you still struggling to live. I circle you, slow as winter, patient as the rot that softens kings. You smell of rain and fFri, 17 Oct 2025 20:19:21 +0000https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=1949585https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=1949585You left your sweater on the chair again, the one that smells like loose change and rain-soaked bus seats. It’s 1:42 a.m. and I’m watching the light of my phone rinse the room while your name rings and goes quiet. The kettle hisses, never boiling; the gas clicks, clicks, clicks, like a tongue deciding whether to forgive. We said we wouldn’t do this tonight. We are doing this tonight.Thu, 16 Oct 2025 07:35:57 +0000https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=1948281https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=1948281I used to think I was hard to break. But then you touched me,  and I mistook the tremor in my chest for love. I should have known better. Love doesn’t make you feel small. Love doesn’t cost you your name. I let you in because you asked for nothing and I thought that meant you were gentle, but you were justWed, 15 Oct 2025 03:13:16 +0000https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=1944381https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=1944381I didn’t fall, I settled. I sank the way ash sinks, slow and without protest, until I couldn’t remember being fire. I didn’t notice when I began to die. There was no wound, no horror to point at, just a quiet shift in the machinery behind my ribs, a soft grinding down of gears that no one heard.Sun, 12 Oct 2025 00:24:03 +0000