Unsealed
He came to me at night,
when language loosens
and everything open looks like threat.
He named me before listening.
I was not toxic.
I was simply unsealed—
air passing through,
nothing hidden,
nothing dangerous.
He wanted vectors
wanted use,
wanted spread.
I stayed where I was
open but not offering.
If I disappear,
It’s because quiet is easy to miss.
If I remain near,
It’s because I was never gone.