A Sultry Private Poetry Reading🎄Day 6 of 24 🎄
Added 2025-12-06 22:00:08 +0000 UTCred nails
i paint
my nails
blood-red—
a small ritual
for the woman
i am becoming
the woman
who celebrates her body
without offering it freely
to the world
you do not see
my skin
because i choose
who witnesses
the softness
beneath my clothes
mystery
is a form of power
and i wear it
like silk
i walk through the day
covered
in fabrics i adore
every fold
a secret
but in my room
i dance naked
for myself—
pure
feral
unapologetically alive
and when you see
a girl in the wild
with nails
the color of desire
think of me
know that somewhere
in a quiet forest
i am howling
under a full moon
loving myself
the way fire
loves to burn
a poem by felka
Comments
This is absolute perfection in writing
Moe
2025-12-07 19:53:31 +0000 UTCLovely poem but I just am wondering why the plush on the left looks like both a snow ball and a chicken really adorable but confusing 🤣
Jace_unamed0719
2025-12-06 23:35:50 +0000 UTC
