Caught in a ripple effect,
My plans unravel before my eyes.
I might break, or I might smirk—like a diamond,
Priceless, unyielding.

Honey, I shine with my own originality.
You? A moissanite—just imitation,
A hollow mimic of what’s truly real.

From mourning, I rise reborn,
A black snake coiled around a katana,
Fading to a blood-red hue.

Side-eyed, venomous chic, with short, trimmed hair,
Rebelled like a sin, a tattooed bloodstain on my neck.

Bruised patch on my wrist—slash me with your best shot.