they said i vanished, said i was gone, said i was something wrong that needed fixing. called it mercy while they buried me alive in their stories. but i didn’t die. i just carried the fire home. no fancy spiritual shit — this is straight from the bones. the pressure, the lies, the way love turns into suspicion real quick when you stop shrinking. feeling your own voice get twisted until you’re the villain in your own life. i stayed in the flame. i took my name back.more