The Woman Who Haunts Me

Maybe a story rather than a legacy To others, she’s a shadow of light.Not quite visible—but unmistakably there.A breeze without wind.A warmth that flushes the skin.A sense of being held without arms.They say:“She’s never really alone.”“There’s something behind her eyes.”“I felt her, like a memory I never made.”They’re not wrong.She Is MeShe wasn’t conjured or … Continue reading The Woman Who Haunts Me →

In the Quiet of Desire

You’re lying down, somewhere warm and dim. Safe. The kind of quiet that makes your body start to unclench, like it finally trusts it’s allowed to rest.There’s someone with you—not just anyone, but someone who sees you. Really sees you. They’re close, but not rushing. They move like they care, like touching you isn’t just … Continue reading In the Quiet of Desire →