Pieces of the Mask
@thespiritnamed
If words can make a room, I want mine to feel like open doors and low light.
They’re thresholds. Light pressing through seams. Rooms that hum in quiet weight. My short work lives here on X. My longer pieces breathe beyond: thefracturedmask.substack.com No commitment. No paywalls. No pop-ups. Always free.
The Heat in the Ashes #Poetry #poem #WritingCommunity #amwriting #poetsofX
I keep my hand against the grates feeling its cold metal between my fingers. It doesn’t move, but the bolts ache, Whispering idolatry In their rust. #poetry #poem #WritingCommunity #amwriting #poetsofX #WritersLift
Not every door yields when you knock. Some keep their hunger locked in metal. #poetry #amwriting #writingcommunity #poetsofX
Not every door yields when you knock. Some keep their hunger locked in metal. #poetry #amwriting #writingcommunity #poetsofX
Rust, wind, and devotion. Learning to read the storms love leaves behind. #poetry #amwriting #writingcommunity #poetsofX
What’s left unsaid can still fracture. Every silence has its own weight. #poetry #amwriting #writingcommunity #poetsofX
