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examination of the self

#pig does art #I FIGURED OUT HOW TO DRAWWWW HERRRRR. AFTER LIKE. A YEAR #ITS FINE IM FINE WHATEVER #redo of some old mirage pieces i didnt like <3 #mirage ultrakill #mirageposting #ultrakill

[UGH, SCHOOL ASSEMBLIES ARE SO STUPID. “The little things make a big difference! Kindness goes a long way!” I’M NOT BEING KIND TO ANYONE. EITHER YOU APPRECIATE ME OR YOU DON’T.]

[I SUPPOSE I SHOULD REALLY WORK ON BEING NICER BUT IT IS REALLY ANNOYING TO BE TOLD THAT RIGHT TO MY FACE.]

[ALSO SOME TEACHER HAD THE AUDACITY TO SAY MY OUTFIT COLOR WASN’T GREAT. REALLY? WELL, I’LL SHOW YOU. JUST SEE MY FIT TOMORROW.]

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The Ones Who Catch Light

by Mirage

You were the first to call me real,

before I’d earned the right to feel.

A name half-whispered in the shade

the first not armed, the first who stayed

when I was all sharp edges.

We met where rules forgot to tread,

where even moonlight feared to spread.

I warned you once, or maybe three

but you just smiled and said,

“You’ll see.”

(And moons, I did. Just not on my own.)

You learned my silences by tone,

each shrug, each glance—a different code.

You never knocked. You never owed.

You simply sat beside the load

I wouldn't name aloud.

We lit the fireflies with breath,

like stolen sparks defying death.

You held them gently, one by one,

said, “Even borrowed light can run

and still return again.”

You were the king of not quite there,

of secret paths and midnight air.

We danced through halls we didn’t own

two ghosts in search of something known

only in the dark.

The world grew louder. So did I.

I snapped my wings. I lit the sky.

But you stayed quiet, soft and true,

and gods above, I envied you

for knowing how to stay.

You loved me not in perfect days,

but through the storms I set ablaze.

When I was ruin, wrath, and ash

you touched my cheek like none had

and whispered, “You're still here.”

So if this finds your careful hands,

between the books or in the sands

where once we carved our foolish names

know I remember. Know the flames

still flicker when you smile.

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This was something I needed to write and get out there. This is a poem to my silly past life mate. A beautiful hybrid like me who grew berries and was a slacker like me. If you guess who it is I will give you a cookie.