💢Ulkeuk(울컥)1, A Tactile Poem of Sudden Overflow

💢Ulkeuk(울컥)1

Your voice
cracked through the dust
like hot breath in winter air.
A lump rose, weightless but real,
pressed from gut to throat —
not pain, not joy, just
the burn of being
too full to speak.

💢Ulkeuk(울컥)1

I didn't mean to play that voicemail. But there it was — your laugh, your breath. My lungs stopped, like air refused to move. It wasn’t grief, not exactly. It was pressure. Like something had waited too long to surface, and now it rushed upward all at once. A soundless sob, without tears, just the fullness of feeling with nowhere to go.