She crouches between dusk and dawn.
Waiting.
Deep in your dreams
She finds you
Again.
You wake at 4am.
She’s already there, silent, at the foot of the bed.
Ash on her lips. Mischief in her eyes.
Patient.
She has plans for you.
She knows
you can’t stay awake forever.

Fire meets friction.
Two storms collide, desperate to come undone.
Chaos sharpens into instinct.
To hold, be held, and be seen, becoming more in the unraveling.

One from the archives with @emilyartmodel.bsky.social

That looks amazing!

Let’s get started. One of mine from 2018. Who’s on here? What should I follow?