the cannibalistic cycle
of miserable determination
consumed by the me
i now be
the fire
still alive in me
transformed
by me
the scathing, self-loathing
giving birth to the breath
of liberation
finally willing to feel
the flames
allowing them to melt
all of the me
i spent my life
pretending to be
the pretty me
the polished me
the perfect me
i felt the burning heat
melting
and stood there
screaming
breathtaking
taking my breath
away
as the
flames
initially
evoking fear
in the me
i used to be
scaring me
which is why
the me
i used to be
𝘜𝘚𝘌𝘋 to not feel
the intensity
of the heat
on my sensitive skin
the me i used to be
ran
terrified of the inevitable
necessary
destruction
consumption
the fear inside
the me
i used to be
grew into fascination
i found myself
intrigued
by the burning
masochistic in my curiosity
yet paralyzed
wanting to step
ever closer
yet cemented
in the me
i used to be
unable to take
one
single
step
until the moment
yearning for everything
i’d spent years protecting
pretending
to be
to be
destroyed
begging
for my fragile front
to be decimated
by me
the firestarter
pulled into the magnetic flames
of my own vulnerable authenticity
ready to be reborn