At the severing of the umbilical chord, I was declared alone.
And at the growth of the wisdom tooth, I was declared my own.
So at the knighting of my self-love, I gifted myself a thrown,
knowing I would rebuild it with a bone of every person who declared me theirs,
I am firstly mine,
I am my worlds empress and my skin is my shrine.
Reborn~
I shall become what I admire,
draw me closer to life,
so I embody its fire.
I want to be she who inspires fear,
while tempting all to come more near.
And unlike the moth drawn to the flame who dies,
I will be reborn from them-
on phoenix wings rise.
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