About Ruin

What happens when someone touches you like you're holy.

There’s a moment—right before surrender—that doesn’t feel like falling.

It feels like remembering.

Like your body suddenly knows how to open without being asked.
Like your breath was only ever waiting for the right mouth to catch it.
Like you’ve been called ruinous before, but now someone says it with reverence.

This isn’t about sex.
Not entirely.

It’s about letting someone close enough to see the parts you’ve made sharp—
—and choosing not to flinch when they still reach.

It’s about the line between “don’t stop” and “don’t you dare stop.”
It’s about being so seen that you become myth.

And maybe…
it’s about being loved so well, you forget what it felt like to shrink.

— K