Some things aren’t meant to mix.

Elements clash,
         react,
         turn gold to dust,
              wine to vinegar,
              touch to ache—

              and back again.

But even the oldest curses
    can be rewritten—
    a formula adjusted,

    a single change shifting…
                             everything.

So today, I go to the place
   where steel hums against porcelain,
   where flaws are polished away,
   where something broken—

   might just be made whole.

Not for me…
           Not really.

But for the chance
    to close the distance,
    to let fire meet air,
    to steal the breath

    that remains
            just
             out
              of
           reach.