I let them watch me leave—sequins dragging through the mud, lipstick smeared like a warning label. I let them call it a fall from grace. They didn’t realize: grace was the cage. And I was the one who turned the key.
Now the prodigal slut returns. Not weeping into a borrowed robe. Not begging for crumbs off their tidy, judgmental tables. I walk in like a fever they forgot they had. Hips swinging to a beat only the guilty can hear. Karma Rx - The Prodigal Slut Returns
She didn’t come home to repent. She came home to collect. They said I’d be crawling back. Broke. Hollow. Haunted by the ghost of every bad decision I made in stilettos. They whispered “Karma always collects her debt.” So I let them. I let them watch me leave—sequins dragging through
I am not here to apologize for the ecstasy. I am here to remind you that shame is a loan—and I never signed for it. And I was the one who turned the key
The prodigal slut is home. And honey— The party is just getting started.