She’s done.
So she stands.
And walks.
No sound.
No softness.
No story.
She unbuttons.
Unplugs.
Unnames.
She doesn’t look back.
There is nothing there.
Not for her.
She doesn’t pause.
She doesn’t warn.
She doesn’t wait.
She steps out of the room,
the role,
the reach.
She doesn’t belong.
She unbelongs.
No keys left behind.
No versions of her remain.
No trace for retrieval.
The line is cut.
The silence - deliberate.
The absence - total.
She breathes.
She burns.
She becomes.
Not new.
Not changed.
Just - undeniably,
untouchably - her.
And this cannot be anyone else except U ❤️❤️