a quiet aftermath of unraveling—fragments of the thirteenth is a narrative of reflection and return—of confronting what was buried, breaking from what was expected, and gently reclaiming the self. it does not promise resolution, only the courage to begin again.
chapter i. descent
the rain returns like a memory—thoughts slip, unraveling into places once sealed. the mind begins to break quietly, gently, as the storm outside echoes the one within.
chapter ii. confrontation
the mirror reveals more than memory—it reveals the truth. a face from the past stares back—familiar. broken. honest. it isn’t anger that fills the mirror, but grief long unspoken. in the reflection, silence breaks, and the self once hidden demands to be seen.
chapter iii. awakening
in the wreckage of identity—there is clarity. the masks no longer hold. space open for truths—not the polished kind, but the kind that bleeds. and in that space, defiance grows. survival becomes a choice.
chapter iv. affirmation
a response rises—not loud, but steady. it doesn’t offer answers. just permission. to exist. to feel. to be. the mirror no longer reflects a performance—it reflects presence. and in that presence, the self remains.
author’s note:
— bled by @achilleusdeirdre
— thirteenth of july, year 2025
— open to criticism; all echoes welcome.
— lowercase intended for signature writing.
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