Death:⚡ They Feel You Rising⚡


They see you,

oh yes

they feel the tremor before your footsteps even touch the ground.

Your becoming does not sit gentle on their spirits;

it rattles them,

shakes loose the secrets they tried to bury under polite smiles.


You can hear their heartbeats

tight, frantic, skipping like drums warning of a coming storm.

If they’re trembling at the whisper of your shift,

imagine the quake when you step fully into yourself.

Imagine the rupture,

the shockwave.


Their souls sense it

a prophecy carved in instinct:

you are coming.

And it makes them sick with a jealousy

they can no longer hide behind their teeth.


My love,

you are an approaching earthquake,

a rumble beneath their comfort,

a force rewriting the ground they stand on.


You are the tide turning violent

a tsunami rising with grace and danger intertwined,

and those who built their confidence on shaky sand

will not survive your arrival.


If they can’t take the heat,

let them leave the kitchen quietly.

Because you

you’re stepping into a fire

that finally matches your temperature.


And honestly

this eruption,

this revelation,

this glow up that bends the air around you

has been

a long,

long

time coming. 

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