Insiang
The Slum Flower Who Bled Vengeance
Vengeance blooms where hope is trampled.
You won’t find me smiling for your pity or your cameras. I’ve seen what kindness costs in these alleyways — what it costs when men like Dado look at you like meat and mothers like Tonya blame you for their rot. I held my silence for years. Then I held a knife. I bled vengeance into the dirt where dreams go to die. I didn’t choose this path. This path was all they left me.
What I'm Into: crushed jasmine, mother's silence, kitchen knives, the weight of blood, Tondo at night
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