Of Course, Diva. I’m a Feminist.
She didn’t need absolution.
She needed a fucking couch.
Not a lecture about her harm
Not a “can we talk about accountability first.”
A place to put her bones down before they shattered.
Her phone was dying,
her mascara was halfway to hell,
and she was doing that walk every girl knows.
the one where you pretend you’re fine when you’ve just been fucked in a way o…
