she wears her pain like a crown of flame,
unashamed of the cost, unbowed by blame.
her face, a map of a life she’s lived,
with struggles faced and strength to give.
for every cut, a tale unfolds,
of courage vast and a spirit bold.
she owns her scars; they’re not her fall—
they’re the proof she has faced and conquered it all.

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scars of choice

"a god kissed her forehead and left a wound.
now she dreams in fire, but speaks in silence"

created for event #objkt4objkt 
may, 2025

myrrh

it drifted in the dark waters where time had no meaning, its eyes shut as if dreaming of a life never lived. each tooth carried the memory of a scream, and the wound below its eye wept for something even silence could not bury. it had no name, only a presence—one that lingered in places light had long abandoned.

lullaby for the damned

it arrived without sound, without shape
not born, not summoned, just there.
it carried no name, but every fear.
and when we looked, it was already inside.

from nowhere

in the stillness of the image, a single hand glows faintly—suspended in the dark like a breath not yet exhaled. it reaches, not for help, but for remembrance. no face is visible, no identity offered. just a suggestion of someone who was, or still is, caught between. was it a farewell? a warning? the meaning is buried in silence, but the gesture endures.

save me from my memories

- the witchmother myth

long before kingdoms rose and cathedrals touched the sky, she walked barefoot through the blackened woods, a crown of smoke above her head. they called her a witch, but the earth called her daughter. when they burned her --bones cracking like cursed wood-- the ground did not mourn. it remembered.

they say when a woman dreams of fire, she is not dreaming--she is remembering. the witchmother's spirit moves through bloodlines like a hidden ember, quiet in the marrow, waiting. she is the voice in the mirror before a choice, the warmth in the hand that won't yield. the scream that turns into spell.

now, when the moon is red and the forest still, some say they see her--half-smoke, half-shadow, walking with bare feet and eyes like coal. not reborn, not revenant.

just remembered.

her bones remember fire

"i waited long, i bid my time
the man appeared, he saw me not
a bloody end is what he got."

midnight wonderings

a single tear fell, carrying the weight of a thousand unspoken sorrows. in the silence, even the shadows seemed to weep with her.

where do the moon go to die?

in velvet dark, a prayer hangs low,
gold whispers where no voices go.
a sinner's hand, a sacred thread
grace clings to fingers long since bled

benediction in silence

in shadows thick, the whispers rise,
a golden arc cuts through the skies.
chaos breathes, yet beauty gleams,
the void unveils its fractured dreams

whispers of the abyss

in the realm of shadows, peace and torment walk hand in hand

may chaos take the world

the  weight of yesterdays, a fragile art,
healing begins when the shadows part

echoes of release

your love for me was so deep,
“why, oh why?”, you shouted out,
when my knife pierced through your heart.

i was immortal

while she searches for her love of life, suddenly his blade strikes. 
the life she once had she has left behind,
where once there was love, now a stone resides.

leave me unsung

- at once your cruellest enemy and your dearest lover

to be loved is to be hunted

“there is something uncanny, demonic and fascinating in her”

she wakes

the night fell slowly on our days,
i lie awake to see your fade away. 
please wake me if i lose your face,
i will search you in these eyes,
in these nightmarish tales

l’ombra della luna

hanging in the dark of the night without you. 
you knew i needed your light, come and show me what to do
come and fix all my broken parts
and tell me that you need me too,
give me your love when this is all over

i was looking for you little sparkle

haunted dreams

i wonder why you never speak out loud what’s in your mind,
about the endless party inside your head. 
about the thoughts which i escape like paradise in my dreams
no one knows

my mind is heavy

lilithean

sirens sang out the sweetest lullaby,
it’s the best i’ve slept in a hundred thousand nights.
but when i woke up you were gone,
i was hoping you would love me one more time.

morning after you

before you lean in for the kiss,
he'll be lucky if he holds you like this

when i touch you again again again

give me all your secrets, faded blossom
don't believe in much but got no trouble believing you...

cosmic garden

my mind explodes
i'm falling down
i see your face, i reach out for your hand
i lie awake and count the days, for love

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