Fractured Rhythms
Fingernails scrape against white plaster dust, unearthing a rhythm that vibrates through the fingertips in time with every shallow breath. Behind closed eyelids, jagged geometric shards of burnt cedar map an internal grid onto the darkness, mirroring the erratic pulses of a machine hidden behind the drywall. As these sharp patterns align with the body's own cadence, the distinction between skin and structure dissolves into a single, seamless mechanism. This synchronization marks a quiet surrender where breathing becomes indistinguishable from the pulse of the room.