“Line Drawn. Mouth Shut. Crown On.”

Introduction:
Sometimes silence isn’t passive. It’s power.
This is for every woman who ever wanted the last word
and chose peace instead.

Redemption arc? Nah, rebirth.

Holy water? More like holy rage.

Confession booth? Try blog post.

“Line Drawn. Mouth Shut. Crown On.”

I could spill more.

I could burn the whole thing down.

But why bother?

Ashes don’t answer back.

Today, I’m not lighting matches.

I’m lighting up.

No cryptic quotes.

No subtle digs.

Just this:

You don’t get another sentence in my story.

Let them wonder.

Let them watch.

Let them scroll through silence

and choke on the truth

I don’t bother telling.

I’m not explaining, justifying, defending.I’m done.

So here’s the line in the sand:

You stay on your side—with your lies, your ego, your echo chamber.

And I’ll be over here—Healed. Unbothered.

Glowing like a bitch who finally got her peace.

No crown needed. But I wear one anyway.

—MissT 🖤