You’ve found the altar.
Keep your eyes down.
Keep your mouth open.
I’m Zoè R Hudson
Your favorite sin in a soft voice.
A siren with no shoreline.
A mouth that doesn’t pray, only commands.
This space?
It’s not built for comfort. It’s built for craving.
For the feral. For the ruined.
For the ones who want to be unmade gently
and put back wrong.
Every original piece is marked with #altarfangs
a bite, not a signature.
A promise, not a warning.
Here, poetry isn’t a whisper.
It’s a grip on your jaw,
a hand on your throat,
a moan you weren’t supposed to make.
You may:
🩸 Linger.
🩸 Obey.
🩸 Ache.
🩸 Leave your offering in the ask, and hope I answer.
This is not for the faint.
This is for the ones who need to feel something
and don’t care if it hurts.
Your mouth is open.
So is mine.
Let’s see who flinches first.