Granishka Card

About me

Where the Night Enters Me
There is a chamber inside me
where the night comes closer than breath.
It does not knock.
It parts me gently,
like darkness learning the curve of a shoulder.
No footsteps follow.
No words dare remain.
Only the slow surrender of pulse to pulse,
heat moving beneath the thin veil of thought,
a tremor opening in the dark —
quiet, deliberate, alive.
And there,
where silence tastes of skin,
I am not alone.
I am my art.