There was a vow once,
laid between us like clean linen.
We meant to keep it
handled precisely,
a signpost for careful navigation,
friendship polished to a quiet shine.
But somewhere in a narrow room
with no windows, something entered—
not love,
not even hunger,
but a kind of friction without memory.
And afterward,
nothing visible changed.
Only this:
when I reach for what we made,
my hands hesitate,
as if touching it
might darken it further.
#MastoPrompt
#writing
#sully
@stevencudahy





