May 5
B3. Knots Beneath the Skin
Quiet fears — hardened within me, deep, where no one sees them. Your fingers, untangling them — gentle over my shoulder, slowly, as if you knew exactly where it pulls. Invisible scars — silent stories, buried in muscles, carried in breath. Silent force — no promise, just your hand, that stays. Trust grows — knot by knot, breath by breath, under your fingers my inner self melts.
written with Miran & Emil Lichtrand