You built this for fists

For split lips

For broken things that don’t scream right

But not for her

Not for the one

Who stopped breathing right, but never died

And you called it power

All those nights in the red

But I hear what you buried

You can't hide it from this throat

You wrote the wall

I crack the wall

This was always waiting for me

This was never noise

It was pressure with no valve

It was a room without exits

You wanted loud

I bring the sound you can't outlive

You kept it hot to cauterize the memory

I breathe it back in

Every night

You called it rage

That’s not the word

She had a name

You never learned it

You wrote escape

I wear what followed

You can’t mute what this became

You thought she vanished

The girl behind the door

But she learned how to hum in ruin

She tuned her scars

This is not your fire now

This is not your edge now

You built the pit

But I climbed it screaming

I know what this was always for