Ax❁lotl Pulse

in the dim w~a~t~e~r,

she learns his currents before they even move—

a creature built to understand what she can’t afford.

she g〜l❈o❈w〜s near him,

a soft lantern in the silt, never rising,

because surfacing would mean losing her breath.

and so she s︳t︳a︳y︳s—

half-myth, half-light, breathing beside

the world without belonging to it.