relic, ruin, reverence - by caitlyn - milk fed

we talk about hunger like it’s a problem to fix. eat something. scroll social media until it numbs. fill the silence with noise and the emptiness with anything that makes you feel full. but not all hungers are meant to be satisfied. some are meant to be carried. tended to like a flame. not fed, but kept. protected. performed. there’s a reason fasting is a sacred act and why saints starve themselves. brides wear white and nuns wrap their bodies in cloth and silence because there is power in restraint, ache, and longing so deep it begins to shimmer with something divine. and that’s where the line between consumption and consecration begins to blur. to be consumed is to be taken in. devoured. dissolved inside someone else. a love so complete it destroys you. but to be consecrated is the opposite. it is to be set apart, untouched, and adored from a distance. not ruined, but revered. left intact, but burning just the same. and some days, i don’t know which one i want. do i want to be the ob

we talk about hunger like it’s a problem to fix. eat something. scroll social media until it numbs. fill the silence with noise and the emptiness with anything that makes you feel full. but not all hungers are meant to be satisfied. some are meant to be carried. tended to like a flame. not fed, but kept. protected. performed. there’s a reason fasting is a sacred act and why saints starve themselves. brides wear white and nuns wrap their bodies in cloth and silence because there is power in restraint, ache, and longing so deep it begins to shimmer with something divine. and that’s where the lin