The Secret Collar
It speaks to the longing for acceptance, the ache of self-doubt, and the hope that unconditional love exists—a love that sees you fully.
For years she wandered through endless rain, Each drop a kiss, each kiss a chain. Water traced her skin like whispered pleas, Cold rivers curling down her knees. She wore her hunger like midnight dew, A trembling secret the world never knew. Her breath was fog on autumn glass, Her dreams—wild roots in fields of grass. She longed for hands like summer wind, To stroke her fur, to soothe, to mend. To feel the leash, not as a...