ItsGoddessRed

I don’t ease into new weeks.
I step on them in heels and take what’s Mine.
You’ll feel Me before breakfast.
You’ll ache before your coffee

You call it scrolling. I call it surrender. Every tap. Every glance. Every time you circle back to this page… you’re deeper.

No message.

I don’t whisper sweet nothings.
I whisper commands. Expectations. Deadlines.

And if you’re listening close enough?
You’re already reaching