The Bloom That Stayed

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No clasped fists, no raised chin. Just hands folded and a breath held loosely. The serpent does not threaten here; it cradles. Red petals mark its scales like kisses left behind. S he has stopped asking for proof and started resting inside the question. This is what surrender looks like when it is not defeat. Place her where stillness is the bravest thing you do. Show more