Ink Stained Soul…

Aries fire is sizzling under my skin like tentacles of fury. Treason bubbling under the surface, making my shadows want to show you just how restrained I stay — until I decide not to.

My softness is a choice. My light is the beauty I love to play in.

My shadows are the parts that hold my armor. I don’t need you to see it, but know it lives there. Crimson, violet, and hues of black that dance together.

Forcing me out of my softness with behavior you would never swallow but expect me to… well, that’s not how you play with a Queen such as I.