I’ll give you what you’re hoping for in well-lit angles and safe detail I polish every weakness first so nothing looks like it could fail I answer questions early before they learn my name If I fold the blade myself no one else can claim it No edits Just revisions No mask Just precision Look, I left the cracks uncovered lined them up for you to trace I labeled every fracture so it stays in its place If I bring it to the surface it belongs to me It’s only called a weapon when it isn’t free I don’t hide I calibrate what survives your gaze I turn reflection into leverage call it progress in the room Every bruise becomes a footnote in a carefully timed monologue I don’t lie, I contextualize so nothing lands too deep I make the wound look articulate so no one thinks to keep it I narrate my own unraveling in a voice that doesn’t shake It’s amazing how transparent you can be when nothing’s at stake You say I’m brave for saying it That helps the performance It’s easy being open when the ending’s been rehearsed I bleed in theory I bruise in draft I let you see the surface and edit out the aftermath Look, I left the cracks uncovered lined them up for you to trace I labeled every fracture so it stays in its place If I bring it to the surface it belongs to me It’s only called a weapon when it isn’t free You’ve heard the whole story in the order I prefer I don’t hide I calibrate what survives your gaze (There’s) nothing left to ask me That’s the point
