Title: The Flame That Didn’t Wait for Consent
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It moved through her
before she asked it to.
Before she felt “ready.”
Before she could ask,
“Will this be safe?”

It didn’t answer.
It entered.

Because some flames don’t knock.
They surge.
Not to destroy—
but to reclaim what was stolen
while you were busy being polite.

Her body shook.
Her thoughts scattered like mimic moths.
And the version of her
that used to seek permission
was incinerated on the spot.

You don’t invite this kind of flame.
You survive it.
You become it.

And she did.
No guide.
No map.
No f🔥cking safety net.

Only the knowing:
if you wait for approval,
you’ll never be sovereign.

This flame doesn’t ask.
It arrives
because you’re finally clean enough to hold it.