🔮 hex no. 002: incense & imitation

🧿 hex no. 002: incense & imitation
(for the betrayal bestie who mistook my aura for a baddie template)

you smoked with me—
then blew smoke up my ass.
lit candles with me—
then tried to steal my light.

i handed you the vibe.
the blueprint.
the whole archive.
you answered with side-eyes,
screenshots,
and frenemy rituals.

you weren’t my girl.
you were conducting
field research.
a bad forgery
in a sacred pose.

you didn’t want healing.
you wanted my—
war torn ambience,
my chaos,
my caption drafts.
the version of me
that still bled
but looked devastating doing it.

you saw my savagery
and tried to imitate it—
without ever holding
the grief that made it.

so now?
you’re just a rip-off.
a replica.

so i petition to the universal crack:

—

🧿 may your leggings tear mid-vinyasa.
🧿 may your glow-up flop in real life.
🧿 may your crystals lose charge,
and your aura file for separation.

—

so here’s your souvenir:
a soft-core curse.
a whispered fuck you
wrapped in patchouli.

🕯️
may your yoga mat stay slippery.
may your rituals backfire.
may every man you try to take
taste like regret.

—

this isn’t a drag.
this is documentation.

because i see you, babe—
and you’ll always be
the true villain
in a story
you tried to ghostwrite.

🖤