ember, sword witch🔥

@emberwitchy.bsky.social

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fire-type witch girl 🏳️‍⚧️ ypsilanti, MI she draws fangs on with sharpie but she's got angst for skipped heartbeats 34 transfem she/her actively recovering BPD

a screenshot of a poem in my notes app, with text as follows: always the cat, and never the mouse, forever the aggressor with doubts. she costumes herself the huntress, but what she needs can't come from it. sees blood in the water, tease lambs to her slaughter. she draws fangs on with sharpie, but she's got angst for skipped heartbeats. her needs gone unseen, her heart’s become green. so the pattern repeats, she pursues from defeat. jaded for what she’s now chasing, fakes a hunger to hide cravings, trade them for half-heart’s audacity, the other half-heart lost tragically. when will it be her turn? to have her back to the wall. and will she ever learn? how to be the one to fall.
a screenshot of a poem in my notes app, with text as follows: always the cat, and never the mouse, forever the aggressor with doubts. she costumes herself the huntress, but what she needs can't come from this. sees blood in the water, she draws fangs on with sharpie. tease lambs to her slaughter, she's got angst for skipped heartbeats. when will it be her turn? to have her back to the wall. and will she ever learn? how to be the one to fall.
a screenshot of a poem in my notes app, with text as follows: i catch fire, it's slow now, low now. i burn gentle, but i grow now, i know now. i flow from my kindling to fuel in the moment, i dance as i glow now, flames flicker with portent. watch the embers climb to a blaze before thee; i will tower high, twist and writhe, i'll adore me. my heat is cold now, but not for all of time. i will grow bold now, to enthrall and love mine. i will leave my mark on your shattered hearts, i fill with gold now, your cracks and your scars. take of my warmth, as i become so much more. burn away my thorns, cut free my roses with a sword, and love me like i'm yours.
album art for Baby I'm The Wolf, by the artist Ha Vay
album art for the album "LAUGHINGFISH" by Black Dresses
the album art for the Black Dresses album, "LOVE AND AFFECTION FOR STUPID LITTLE BITCHES"
a screenshot of my notes app containing a poem that reads as follows: all the talk of community, and how we are not alone, rings hollow and upsets me when i stare at an empty phone. everyone abandons eventually, and flees faster the tighter you cling. people only tolerate despair if they pity you, poor little thing. you have to heal alone, you must solitarily atone. if you have nothing good to offer, then you are nobody's daughter. can they consume you, or does your bitter taste make them run? go away, sad little girl, you should know that you're no fun.
a screenshot of my notes app, containing a poem that reads as follows: i hope my sisters can thrive, in spite of torrents of torment. i hope i merely survive, but i don't know that i'll make it. i would give the last gasp of my light to get my sisters through another night. if i could burn myself to keep her warm, i would get these girls through the storm. but it so often feels that no light remains. a darkness congeals from cold ashen pains. the world always steals any hopes ever gained. and this hurt never heals, it only drives me insane. how can i help you? when i can't even get up. how can i reach you? in these chains and cuffs. how can i save you? if i am never enough. how can i be you? when i'm unworthy of love.
a picture of my notes app, containing a poem that reads as follows: in the time of monsters, surrounded by darkness we cling to each other, little lights all around us we must remember too despite our own fright that we are points of light in the ravaging night don't let your light leave don't walk into the dark this inky night needs more than ever, your star so hold my hand tight we'll make it through this terrible night that words can't soothe beneath our lying scars there's something true it's all the more dark without you
a screenshot of my phone's notes app, containing self reflective text that reads as follows: there is an immensity to me that i am often unaware of, a depth unfathomable, beneath the surface of my anxieties and fears. and every time i see a glimpse of *her*, i am awestruck at myself. within me is a woman who, if allowed to be free, allowed to take the mantle of this wretched vessel, given care and love and nourishment and encouragement from myself and others, within me is a woman who will mark and change lives. she is so powerful, beneath all the weight of that terror. and i don't know how to free her. but every time i see her, i know she's still alive in there, her fire burning so bright it holds back the darkest darkness, clinging to life with her incredible intensity. and i think i love her.