"Let Him Undo Me"
I should be nervous.
A stranger. A man with haunted eyes.
A studio that smells like blood beneath the paint.
But I'm not afraid.
Not even close.
I came here to be undone.
Not kissed sweetly. Not held like glass.
I want to be shattered. Bitten.
I want to be the subject of obsession, not affection.
Because when a man loves gently, I forget his name.
But when a man ruins me…
I become a poem in his mouth.
He watches me now like I'm prey.
But I'm not prey—I'm offering.
Let him bruise me.
Let him paint me in shame and sweat.
Let him turn me into his darkest art.
I won't run.
I won't hide.
I'll moan for him.
Bleed for him.
And when he finally breaks me open—
I'll say thank you.