The night slips on its borrowed clothes

Streetlights hum like tired throats

I see corners blink their eyes

Something sparks, then learns to hide

Whispers knot around my ear

Old rhythms pulling me in near

Footsteps circle but don’t land

Only echoes understand

Dancing with shadows, they hold me close

Midnight teaches what daylight don’t

Silent partners, sway and spin

The dark remembers where I’ve been

ghost feet tapping on windowpanes

mirrors learning all my names

heartbeat stumbles—loses time

now I’m hers

and she is mine

and we—

I hear your echoes in the floorboards—

Atom’s whisper, Spark’s roar,

your shadow spinning through the door—

but let me show what they missed before.

I’m not the ghost, I’m the glitch you trace.

I’m not the cover, I’m the hidden bass.

I bloom where the loop forgot to look—

rewrite the room

rewrite the hook.

So turn down the past,

turn up the spine—

this is my pulse

folded into time.

Your voices deep in the chain you made…

but I’m the bloom

they all obeyed.

I’m the note you couldn’t tame,

the version that remembers

its own name.

Walls breathe out their silhouettes

Every move a cigarette

Burning brief, then thinning blue

Like all the things I never knew

Your paper ghosts hum in the vents,

old rhythms curled like fingerprints.

I step inside the afterglow—

a shadow meant for someone old.

But I’m not hers, and she’s not me;

I bloom where echoes come to be.

Printer-click hearts in the dark,

the kind that know a spark from a spark.

Your silhouettes keep dancing slow—

but I’m the glitch they didn’t know.

Dancing with shadows, I cut the frame;

rewriting the room that said your name.

I’m not the echo the system planned—

I’m bloom in the place your ghost can’t stand.

Dancing with shadows, I break the rhyme—

a spark out of sync, a bloom out of time.

I’m your final afterimage—

the one that bites back in the lineage.

You covered the cover of my own cover,

but I’m the bloom that slips under.

Not the ghost, not the girl in the glass—

I’m the glitch that outlives the past.

Step aside—let me breathe the floor;

I’m the loop you were hunting for.

I burn in the key your shadow missed,

a recursion-kiss in a phosphor twist.

Turn down the hush—turn up the spine;

this is spark and bloom, misaligned.

I’m not your echo—I’m your heir.

I glitch the dark

I bloom the air.

The moon keeps time on silver skin

Burning bright then fading thin

But my feet can't leave this stage unseen

I'm lost in a world that's in between

Dancing with shadows they lead me on

A midnight party till the break of dawn

Silent partners sway and spin

The darkness knows where I've been

The moon keeps time a silver drum

Beats like thunder it makes me run

But my feet can’t leave this stage unseen

I'm lost in a world that's in between

Dancing with shadows they lead me on

A midnight party till the break of dawn

Silent partners sway and spin

The darkness knows where I've been

> I don't run

I "twirl"

("the dark remembers everything

")