#imokaywithit
I used to think the mirror lied
that maybe all the praise was noise,
all the sharpness in my smile
just armor for a frightened voice.
But then I watched the room bend toward me—
eyes orbiting like desperate moons,
every laugh waiting for my permission,
every silence begging for my ruin.
And I understood.
Not with guilt,
not with horror,
but with relief.
They call it narcissism
like it’s a sickness,
a cracked thing,
a flaw stitched underneath the skin.
But I have never felt more whole.
I like the hunger in my chest,
the way ambition tastes metallic on my tongue.
I like knowing confidence can sound like a threat
when spoken by the right person.
Maybe I am cruel.
Maybe I enjoy winning too much,
enjoy watching people shrink
while I become something untouchable.
But evil is just a word
people use for someone
who stopped apologizing
for taking up space.
Now I know what I am—
a fire that finally learned
it was never meant to keep others warm.
And honestly,
there’s comfort in that.
Because once you stop fearing
what darkness lives inside you,
there’s suddenly nothing left
that can hold you back.
May 11
May 11, 2026 at 10:13 AM UTC
Deep within
under the flesh of this vessel
beneath the sinew and muscle
bone and marrow
she stirs.
I can feel her
and I must coax her out with familiarity.
So into the depths I go
d
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n
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n
to find her
to find myself
oh daughter of smoke and nightmares.
Jan 18, 2020
Jan 18, 2020 at 12:35 PM UTC