Exothermic

It breaks First still — then gone Silence. Then the spark A chain unlatched, a bond undone And heat floods through the dark

It burns The fire isn't fury, it's release A dance of atoms, sharp and bright What once was strain now bends with ease Their breaking births the light.

It holds The wreckage, now a softer thing A shattered shape made whole again Reaction spent, but echoing It ends the way it began With fire in its skin