this is a doorway to the part of you that was never meant to be caged. a love letter to the wilderness in your bones. a mirror for the woman who refuses to be softened into something small enough to fit inside another’s comfort.

 

this is the poem you hang on your wall when you are done apologizing for how much space your spirit takes up. when you are ready to walk barefoot on the edge of everything they told you to fear. when you are done mistaking chains for safety.

 

this is a whisper pressed into your ribs: you were never broken. only untamed.

 

it is the kind of art that doesn’t just sit there looking pretty. it moves. it undresses. it kisses like a thunderstorm and leaves bite marks on your morning routine.

 

it is not for the faint of heart.

or for the ones who still flinch when a woman calls herself divine.

 

but if you are the kind of soul who prays with their hands open, who moans scripture into the hollow of a lover’s throat, who burns their name into the stars just to prove they were here—then, my love, this belongs to you.

 

tell me, how does it feel to finally remember that you were never meant to be tamed?

 

go ahead. hang it up. let the walls blush. let the room ache with recognition. let it watch you do unspeakable, sacred things.

best displayed where your wildest thoughts have room to breathe.