#balanceandcontrol

[sameerspiritual]

She balances on the ossified scream of a dying star, arabesque penchée the necromantic hinge where flesh forgets it was ever mortal.

[sameerspiritual]

One foot bargains with the ledge while the other conspires with air, their shared secret written in the trembling script of tendon.

[sameerspiritual]

This is flexibility masquerading as prophecy, a brief bright arc where bone pretends it has always been fluent in light.