Blister Glitter

She understood myOdds and evensFor this is an oath to herOde to my old selfFreeing my originsFrom thousands of cages

I feel complete nowAn actual meWith our actualStories and faces

Was I was an illusion beforeIllusion of a version of II’ve never felt this real beforeUnlike some part of a doll(dull) house

Insatiable since foreverIncluding any and all flavourNo need Mr. SaviourI am my own

The pressure that is put on usIt belongs to that fireMaking us reduce to our ashesAnd for this is my oathTo that fireAnd my permissionTo let it burn me aeons longI’m ready to blister glitter