I Move Like Smoke

I was raised on velvet floors. Every answer, every door.

They said, "This is who you are." But I couldn't breathe that far.

Gold felt heavy on my skin. I wanted fire, not the wind.

So I cut my name in half. Left the mirror, left the

mask. If I fall, I fall alone. If I rise, it's on my

own. I move like smoke when the lights go down. You hear my

name, but I'm not around. I don't need crowns.

I don't need proof. I learned the dark, I learned the