deepening the self
Flashbacks are ripples of memories still trying to find safety.
Guilt calls her name.
Regret bribes her with sinful nothings.
Shame hopes she betrays herself.
She holds the violet flame to the broken pieces of her memories, hoping light shines love into the parts of her starving still for her mother’s ghost’s approval.
Destiny says,
“In urgency, we find agency.”
Fate replies,
“Indeed, sister, this rings true.”
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