“I continue writing in capital letters every afternoon, I continue moving sideways. I am soaked, with thick liquid loaded with iron, a dirty and harsh liquid. Someone threw it at me, they poured it into a skull to wait for me, they added spices to it and heated it almost to the point of boiling... and they waited, they waited a thousand years, without despairing, without resenting it." • • • 🪞 @itsbellesager #boudoir #boudoirphotography #tattoedgirl #poetry #poetrycommunity