Stop. Look closer.
My photo isn’t asking for attention—
it’s taking it.
I’m not a picture on your screen.
I’m the shadow slipping into your thoughts,
the quiet pulse under your skin,
the desire you pretend you don’t feel.
You think you’re looking at art?
No—the art is looking back at you.
Every curve, every shade, every silent promise
is a spell meant to pull you deeper,
to unravel you slowly,
beautifully.