You Were Never Meant to See This Clearly

Some things are not meant to be seen whole. Because if they were,

nothing would stay separated. Between mirrors, muscle, and marrow,

there is a figure they do not name. It is called the Veil Keeper. It does not steal

skin. It does not sew bodies. It does not sing bones awake.

It watches the borders. When glass shows too much, it clouds. When flesh is taken

too far, it loosens the thread. When bone remembers too loudly, it stills the sound.

Witnesses describe it differently. A shadow behind glass. A hand between stitches.

A silence inside music. No one agrees on its face. Only on the feeling.