Wide

Let’s see if you can take it to the max.

Let’s see if you can hold that position,
gripping nothing,
legs wide,
hole gaping—
and still call yourself whole.

Because I’m not stopping
until you look in the mirror
and don’t even recognize the person staring back.

Will you break
when you see the way you’ve been opened?
When your body’s still shaking,
swollen, ruined, dripping—
and you whisper, “Will I ever be tight again?”

Will you flinch at what I’ve done?
At what you let happen?
At how far I’ve pushed you—
and how far you let me go?

Or will you do the one thing they never expected from you?

Will you embrace it?

Will you look at your wreckage,
feel the pulse of every stretched nerve,
see how wide you’ve become—
and finally, accept?

No resistance.
No shame.
No apology.

Just open.
Wrecked.
Ready.
Beautiful.

Not despite what you’ve endured—
because of it.

You want healing?
It starts here—
at the edge of everything you used to protect.

So take it.
Feel it.
Keep it.

Let the swelling stay.
Let the soreness remind you.
Let every step echo with what you’ve become.

Because this is what it means to be truly remade:
To be wide open
and still stand proud—
waiting, ready, hungry for whatever comes next.

No fear.
No fight.
Just acceptance.

You. Wide. Open. Forever.

Oinas

Keskiverto

5' 9 (1.75 m)

Valkoihoinen