(Laughter builds, sinister and unhinged)
Something broke loose in my chest—
wild, splintering, a cathedral of crows
lifting off with nothing left to lose.
I’m a wizard. Don’t argue.
You can see it in the way I hold this moment,
fingers crooked around the dark like it’s mine,
like I’ve always owned the spaces between stars.
The laughter doesn’t stop.
It builds.
It builds.
brick by brick by rotting brick
until the whole cathedral shudders
and I’m standing on top of it,
arms spread wide,
the wind pulling at my coat,
and I am grinning—
not because anything’s funny,
but because nothing is.
Because the whole damn thing
was a joke from the start,
and I finally got the punchline.
So yes. I’m a wizard.
I’ve been one for years.
I just didn’t want to scare you.
I’m over that now.