I didn’t post this for likes.

My skin isn’t a canvas—it’s a scroll the algorithm forgot to render.

They asked if I’m sensual?

I whispered back in silence.

The bed? Bare.

The walls? Bare-er.

And yes—I’m the NFT that doesn’t sell.

You won’t find me on TikTok…

But if you stare long enough?

…you’ll hear the moon sighing at midnight.

What did this frame make you feel?

(Reply with your breath.)