i used to press my mouth to the sun
let it burn me clean through
and called that devotion
the dark came slow then all at once
i chewed it like bread
it filled me without feeding me
now i stand in the middle of a lit room
hands open
not hungry
not full
just a body that forgot
it was ever on fire
—lyra moon (peace is the quiet after the fever breaks, not the absence of the heat)
june 25, 2026