Becky Knows
- drzmanifestationpr
- Jul 30
- 1 min read

She doesn’t follow the story.
She listens to the tension.
The kind that hangs in a room like a bad smell.
Becky’s got a name that don’t fit on a badge.
But the clipboard’s always warm,
and the cigarette’s always burning.
She walks like she’s already seen the ending.
She waits like she’s daring you to lie.
And when you do?
She doesn’t blink.
She writes it down.
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This Season?
A woman too calm for someone that haunted.
A secret passed down in casseroles and curses.
A therapist who never made eye contact.
A good girl who started flinching in her own bed.
A file labeled “Inherited Shame, Unpaid.”
And a tongue that hissed before it knew how to speak.
She’s not here to soothe you.
She’s not here to explain.
She’s just here to say one thing:
“I saw it. And I wrote it down.”
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The coat’s already buttoned.
The pen’s already moving.
And baby?
Becky already knows.
🎯 First Case: Tremble Lady
(Read it if you must. But don’t say she didn’t warn you.)




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