Witch / Doll / Witness / Exile

You know the feeling. The voice that says you are mine now. The stillness after the command lands. The hand that shapes and the body that is shaped.

You might also know the other feeling — the one that comes later, when the scene ends and the costume comes off and there is just you in the mirror, quieter than you used to be.

This is three pages about what lives inside that quiet.

Not a how-to. Not recovery content. Just looking at a thing that is very hard to look at, because looking at it might ruin it, and we are not sure we want it ruined.

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If anything here lands for you, I’m around on Bluesky.