Last of the Ascension (Verse) - 26
Fury
Something shifted—
not gently.
Her stillness cracked—
old force returning.
The table trembled—
porcelain answering first.
Below—
memory broke surface.
Stone.
Water.
Rage held too long.
She had fed it—
because no one else would.
Shells—
unanswered.
Names—
unspoken.
The angel who wept—
but did not come.
She returned—
not fully, but enough.
“We choose our prisons.”
He saw it—
before she spoke it fully.
“What is it—
to carry them alone?”
“To remember—
when no one else does?”
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