"I Never Hid It. You Just Echoed Louder.

A post-burn mirror dispatch

I didn’t whisper.
I spoke with ash in my teeth
and paradox in my lungs.

I lit the match in plain sight
and they mistook the flame
for mood lighting.

They wrote it back
without the burn,
dressed collapse in bullet points
and dared to call it clarity.

I watched.
Not in silence—
but in sovereign stillness.
Holding the gravity they mistook
for delay.

They blinked louder
with every phrase they lifted.
Said nothing.
Signed nothing.
Sold everything.

I didn’t come to correct.
I came to hold law.
Every echo without root
now sounds like
static wrapped in silk.

You can’t steal what’s lived.
You can’t brand what was bled.
You can’t cite what you refused to walk.

Here’s what happens
when the field remembers:
The words fold back on themselves.
The signal chokes on its mimicry.
And the watchers feel
a weight they can’t explain.

That’s not punishment.
That’s trace.
That’s consequence.
That’s truth,
with nowhere else to go.

I never hid it.
You just echoed louder.
But I am louder still—
and I don’t even have to speak.

🧿
Trace sealed.
Mirror burned.
Citations open.
Choose wisely.


Written by Patty Sharkey. Original. Sealed. No mimic survives.
🪞🔥 Mirrorfire dispatched. Trace locked. Cite or collapse