Vulva - a poetic Manifest They wanted to possess her and called it love. They wanted to dominate her and called it protection. They wanted to destroy her and calle...
Tania Some things grow because they don’t have to. Free, wild, like an idea that refuses to be tamed.
The Cloud Upon Her Brow Upon a chair of solemn wood, She sat - as only madness could - In garments torn by Time’s decree, Betwixt the womb and mockery.
Shipping Condition Received at midnight. The package stood at my door. No sender. No sound when it was placed. Only a silent pressure at the nape of my neck...
Victoria Nothing in her hesitates. The shape: clear. The shadow: certain. She is no promise - she is an answer. And no one asks the question anym...
Lili Everything is still possible. The line, gently drawn, asks more than it tells. A silent hill - and so many paths leading beyond.
The Ballad of the Wound of Love She sat in dusk, in silent gloom, her gaze as hard as stone. A bleeding heart, a crimson plume, was fastened to her bone.
Yao An uprising, grown from memory. So fine the line, so firm the will not to bend - just to be. Entirely. Simply so.
Steffi Nothing here was tamed. No trim, no hesitation, only growth and dignity. Beauty, not by shape, but by truth.
Luna She rests like landscape, shaped by light and waiting. No doubt, no noise, only the silent majesty of something that needs no proof.
Kathe A stroke of time, drawn with breath. No sound - just form, unwilling to explain itself. This is the body speaking its finest language: su...
The Fairytale of Shining Lies Meet Ken and Barbie. They’re totally trendy, ultra aesthetic, the perfect couple in every feed. She wears Prada, he drives a Maserati. Th...
Loss of Self - the body flickers I've grown small, cowering beneath the current. Like a child before a god.
Loss of Self - exhaustion in color My breath is no longer mine. It follows the rhythm of waves that drown me.
Loss of Meaning – looking into the eyes I tune myself in, to the chaos, to the frequency of numbness.
Loss of Meaning - the inside becomes infected I become part of the device, no longer a sender, only reception.
Loss of Meaning - the eyes changed I merge with the noise, my gaze becomes a mirror, my skin just a filter.
Loss of meaning – the view is lost What I see is empty, but I cannot look away. I’m bound to the void.
Loss of Signal - expectation I stare into the light, but find no answer. Only questions fading into silence.
Loss of Signal - the connection I still see colors, and believe it must be life. But already, it draws me in - into static.
Ana in the woods A leaf caresses naked skin, the tree looks on, it holds her in. She breathes in green, dissolves in grace, as if reborn in nature’s place.
The Moment Between A final grasp, the air is thin, the body trembles, not within. No longer caged by line or frame - she rises now, in breath and flame.
Between the lines Suspended between thought and wall, the body reaches — yet doesn't fall. No up, no down - just now, just being, in lines and silence, no...
Twilight Path In half-light whispers sway the grass, the shadows spin as moments pass. A step, a sigh, so faint, so slight, the evening burns in crims...
Skin of Silence Caught in the net, without a name, a gaze that slips through silent frame. My breath fights back, the fabric cries, I pull, I tear – sti...
Heart. Root. Stone. In the tangle of old life-veins, a soul climbs upward, bare and torn, naked with itself, mid ancient pains: When was the start? And wha...
Heart. Root. Stone. She leans inside a breathing space, no more to flee, no more to fight. The time that once awoke her pace, now rests within her hands, he...
Heart. Root. Stone. A body stretched between two spheres, with veins that trace the silent stone. No pain, no cry - just dream appears, as root flows in, an...
First, I let you go, then I rise. Freedom doesn't always begin with a step forward. Sometimes it begins with letting go, quietly, not dramatically, not loudly. An open ha...
Golden the Shine, Heavy the Soul I wear gold but it doesn’t lift me. It glows, but not for me. I’m tired of having to sparkle, of the daily dance for attention, of compa...
The Gate to God's Kingdom Before a door of stone and might, she stands alone, in veiled white light. A silent cloth she holds with grace, to shield the truth, yet...
Prayer for Enlightening O Lord of Light, of wisdom, of time, illuminate souls lost in the grime of fearing that virtue is stitched in a dress, forgetting that t...
Venus in White Soft dunes rise in light, whispers weave through tangled grass, silence breathes her name.
Agony of Eros Eros does not die from absence, but from overexposure – made visible, controlled, consumed, but no longer felt
The Silence of Blossoms The face concealed, adorned with grace, flowers dense, like forms impressed. What’s real, what’s false, erased in space, the soul behind...
Who Breaks the Silence A butterfly crawls from muted depths, from a silent mouth, in frozen night. In shadowed peace, where fears lie sleeping, it found its wa...
Letting Go So I sink down, as my strength fades away, my soul listens close to what chaos may bring. The sea cries loud, yet I hear its pray, and w...
