I have tasted divinity on the edge of delirium, lips slick with the wine of chaos. I have spun wild and untethered, drunk with madness beneath the moon’s silver grin, shedding shame like a second skin as I ran through the world naked and laughing. I’ve stolen moments too sacred to hold, been robbed of innocence too fragile to last. I’ve shattered like glass and picked my jagged pieces from bloodied palms.

In a blink, the universe pulsed into life and crumbled into silence. I’ve spoken with beings not of this earth—whispers from the stars and murmurs from the grave. I’ve been a vessel of spirits, danced with the jaws of death and slipped through untouched. I’ve felt flame on flesh, steel on skin, tasted iron and myth. I’ve exploded into kaleidoscopic madness on wet concrete, painting pain into poetry.

Death knows my name—and still, it lets me pass.

I’ve walked through shadow and shimmer, seen beauty in the broken and terror in the light. Yet in all this, I stand before you—a mystery wrapped in white, trembling on the edge of revelation. You, the cipher to my storm. You, the untouched code I ache to crack.

Tell me who you are, before the stars forget our names. 🙏🏾❤️

©️ Beatriz Esmer