Sick As Your Secrets

January 10th, 2026 "How people treat you is their karma; how you react is yours." I'm not late. I am not early. I arrive exactly when your ego thinks I forgot. I am not thunder. I am the echo and the lightning. A silence that stings harder than your lips. I don't chase. I won't.  Trust me. You are in your way back to me.  You thought you got away with it, didn't you. No one saw your lies, manipulation. The pawn you wrapped in pretty works. Fake apologies. I was watching. Not a punishment. As a balance. Because, the universe. No need to raise your voice and scream. It just needs me. I am not revenge.  I am the correction.  Not a monster, a mirror.  A reflection of every sin, no one else would know.  Surprise! I remember everything.  The heart that you broke, I held them together.  The trust you shattered, I stitched it shut.  Now you?  You get to feel the weight of what you left behind.  Not because I hate your because you fed me....

 01/01/2026 "she had felt a conscious serendipity, a sense that this may not have been planned but had become, the minute it happened, what was meant to be". I watch her paint brush move across the surface, black light acrylic paint. We are all blank canvases at first ... Pure. White. Unequivocal.  ...Of New Beginnings and Second Chances.  It is the new year.  All of us starting with a blank slate, promising to be better versions of ourselves, swearing we will be structured, eat less, work out more, make a ton of money. If only this year...  and then, tainted.  BLUE  smears across the canvas, triangles of some sort... BLUE voodoo. the color of my beloved Toyota tundra.  R.I.P. Tony The Tiger.  BLUE the color of the diamond studded dress, the night sky wore to the party. a date I wasn't invited to... insomnia loves to take me. BLUE healing bruises from exes that claim to of loved me. splashes across my thighs, oil paintings.  BLUE mellow ...