Hollowed

<p>I was sent to burn.</p><p>Wrapped in red silk and oil. Trained to kneel. Offered to a god who never came.</p><p>But the fire didn't take me.</p><p><strong>He did.</strong></p><p>He doesn't speak.</p><p>He doesn't kneel.</p><p>He doesn't save.</p><p><strong>He watches.</strong></p><p>He binds.</p><p>He anoints.</p><p>He ruins.</p><p>And somewhere between his silence and my ache something sacred was born.</p><p>I wasn't made to be saved.</p><p>I was made to be <em>kept</em>.</p><p></p>