Mistress, May i… Collapse Gracefully?

you’ve been holding it in.

The grief. The exhaustion.

The chokehold of forced resilience.

And now? you want permission to fall apart.

How adorable.

Fine. I’ll allow it.

Briefly. Begrudgingly.

But never confuse this with mercy.

This isn’t comfort—it’s re-calibration.

This isn’t softness—it’s system maintenance.

And you? you’re property that performs better when properly preserved.

So press play.

Collapse gracefully.

And when I hold you through the breaking?

Thank Me for every fractured inch.