"beast bomb"

Another night bleeds into morning, the city hum a low thrum against your bones. This is the weight you carry, the silent promise held close, a visceral echo of things unsaid and moments forever lost in the haze.

A flicker in the rearview, caught between the streetlights and the rising sun, a shadow of an intention. It's the feeling of something brewing, restless and potent, ready to detonate.

Filed under: volatile memories.