Cymbidium Somnolence Skirt Size:M she dresses to disappear

she dresses to disappear

The crochet clings like memory — heiry in places

The blouse is a powder blue lace — gauzy

just to remember her body still belongs to her

The dress — a scarlet Giza cotton that slips like breath

Cymbidium Somnolence Skirt Size:M she dresses to disappearThe skirt, barely there, gathers at the hem as if wilting a slow, deliberate exhaustion dressed in luxury. She wears nothing underneath. But not for him for the feeling of being untouched. It forms a silhouette of soft ruin: not quite naked, not quite dressed just suspended in the dream. Its ruching hugs the ghost of a waist, the way nostalgia flatters a version of you that never quite existed. Material soft chiffon digitally printed with ruching in