
07/07/2025
|| PORTRAIT OF SCARS ||
She wrapped her arms around herself,
not out of fear,
but to remind her body
that it still belonged to her.
Eyes closed not to escape,
but to listen to the quiet voice within,
the one that speaks after the chaos.
Each drop of water on her face
wasn’t just part of the shoot
it was memory,
it was weight,
it was grace falling like rain.
In that moment, she wasn’t posing.
She was praying
with her silence,
with her breath,
with her scars hidden beneath red silk.
The darkness didn’t dim her
it shaped her.
And in that cinematic shade,
her skin told a story
of survival dressed in softness.
She is the storm,
and the calm after it.....
Captured