Maybe you’ve met her before. Maybe as chaos in a velvet dress.
You’ve met her before. Maybe as chaos in a velvet dress. Maybe as your favourite mistake. Maybe she’s the version of you that learned how to love with one hand on her chest and the other on the door.
She is the after-after. After the trust was shattered. After the texts stopped. After you stopped believing people meant it when they said forever. She’s what healing looks like when it’s still messy. Still mad. Still mourning.
But no longer hiding.
The Heaux of Heartbreak doesn’t beg for closure. She is the closure. The poem you read after everything burned. The laugh you let out on the way to a better life.
She seduces freedom back into your bones. She lets the fire touch her and calls it baptism. She rolls the weed, lights the ‘insense’ and teaches the us how to resurrect ourselves without waiting on an apology.
The Break. The Smoke. The Soft Survival.
Because when she remembers who she is, she doesn’t just heal: she becomes the heartbreak the system never recovered from.
Divine Duties
Spark resurrection.
Reclaim softness through rage.
Leave glitter on the battlefield.
Sacred Gifts
Smoke as prayer
Laughter as release
Seduction as medicine
Survival as scripture
The art of loving and leaving
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