INFERNO EDITIONS: NECRO

Come… Fuck time...
For it has never loved us...

Come…
As if the corpse of what we were
Isn’t still warm between us,
As if you don’t smell the rot of yesterday
Curling up from the places we once touched.

Come…
Like you’ve forgotten how time slit our love open
And left it bleeding in the dark,
Metal on the tongue,
That iron taste of something dying
While we kept calling it beautiful.

Come…
Press yourself into me the way shadows merge
Quiet, guilty, inevitable
As if the world didn’t brand us forbidden,
As if the smoke of our ruin
Weren’t already settling in our lungs.

Come…
Let me pretend your breath
Isn’t the ghost of a promise we buried,
That the cold between us
Is just nightfall
And not the truth we stopped naming.

Come…
One more time,
Let the memory of you burn through me
Like a wick too short to save,
Wax dripping, scorching,
Filling the air with the scent
Of something once sweet
Now turned to ash.

Come…
Though love is long dead
And all we taste now
Is the charred echo
Of what we were never meant to keep.

Come…
Fuck time...
For it has never loved us...

An1, 2025