where the light goes when the tide turns back

cold water over my wrists
watching the sink fill up and drain
over and over
trying to remember what my hands looked like
before they learned how to ruin things

i thought if i stopped moving
the morning might forget to leave me behind

there is an empty room where my chest used to be
no fever left
no anger
just a heavy, patient frost
filling the corners of the floor

i can hear it breathing outside the door
that dark, familiar weight
it knows my real name
the one i am too tired to answer to anymore

i traded every gentle piece of myself
just to feel nothing for a single second
and now the air is thick with smoke
and the sunlight doesn’t reach the glass

i tried to reach the bank
i swear to you i reached until my arms burned
i didn’t want to drown tonight
i just wanted the noise in my head to stop

i am so sorry
i swallowed the light until there was nothing left
i only wanted to rest
and instead i broke the only thing that was keeping us safe

if the shadow comes for you next
don’t look at it
just remember that i loved you from the very bottom of the water
remember that i loved you
even when i couldn’t keep my head above the tide

—lyra moon (and the hardest thing about drowning is knowing you took the light down with you)
august 13, 2026