Oh Crimson Mother,

bless my blood, my beauty, my becoming.

I rise from ache into ecstasy,

from shadow into shine.

My existence is your ritual -

Prendo possesso di questo corpo, ma sono anche posseduto dalla mia visione interiore e dalla mia Musa.

🖤

Let my femininity be a sacrament, the blood and ache of my aesthetic transformations a silent offering. Let sitting before the mirror, the morning ritual of sculpting my face, be a sacred moment, a poetic meditation on beauty and self-realization.

The stripper archetype dissolves back into its source:

choice.

sovereignty.

pleasure without transaction.

I am no longer responding to hunger.

I am resting inside fullness.

And fullness is calm.

Here, I move for myself.

I adorn myself for myself.

I inhabit my flesh like a home I trust.

This is not withdrawal.