The Hollow Breath

“Walls remember even when we forget.”

There is a breath behind the wall,
steady,
unforgiving.

It doesn’t belong to anyone you can see,
but it belongs here,
and it remembers.

The air bends with it,
timbers strain against it,
like the house itself
is carrying secrets too heavy for its beams.

A hollow breath is not empty,
it is filled with what was never spoken,
pressed tight,
compressed into the bones of the room.

You lean closer,
and realize it isn’t just breath.
It is waiting.
It is watching.
It is daring you to hear it fully.

-Kerri-Elizabeth-

Do you hear it, the breath behind the door? What if it’s closer than you thought? Is the door a person or place?

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