Dismantle the quiet, brick by brick,
let the night see through the cracks.
I unwrap the hush from around my ribs,
a silver sigh falls, clinks like tacks.
Every heartbeat I unscrew
sparks a small, blue fire—
they float, tiny lanterns of what I was,
drifting higher, higher.
If love was armor, I lay it down,
plate by plate beneath your feet;
watch the metal softly drown
in moon-melted concrete.
I am lighter than the shape I knew,
just breath, just wire, just sound—
dismantle me completely,
so I can finally be found.