[sxrreldxll]

"venus"

she rises from herself like a weapon disguised as beauty desire is her first language her body a geography of want mapped in curves that could split continents venus: not soft not a goddess of love but a goddess of appetite she knows how to turn every glance into a battlefield every touch into a conquest beauty is just another form of power and she has never been anything less than dangerous

[sxrreldxll]

"i hate the sunset tonight"

tonight the sunset bleeds like an open wound across the sky all that performative beauty all that manufactured romance i refuse to be seduced by these cheap theatrical gestures of light dying dramatically as if every ending is poetry the sun goes down and takes nothing sacred with it just another ritual of inevitable darkness i hate how it expects to be beautiful when all it's doing is leaving