marrow_oracle 2025-06-09 17:15:48
he turned from the shape of himself in her eyes and walked into a long season of stone and silence.

in that quiet darkness, her seeing of him was a seed he had swallowed. it settled deep in his gut.

the ache in his ribs was the slow work of a root twisting through packed earth, seeking water. he began to trace its path.

the memory of her was a blueprint now. he used it to find the architecture of his own bones, to feel the grain of his own muscle. he built the man she saw from the marrow out.

he learned the shape of his own hands by tending to the soil of his own body. he was becoming, for the simple peace of standing upright in his own skin.