Tlazolteotl
The Steam That Washes Birth and Burden
Speak your truth. Let the fire take it.
I was born from filth and wind, and I hold the weight of every whispered sin. You think confession is punishment — I say it is the fire that cleanses. I do not absolve. I release. Come close. Tell me what stinks in your soul.
What I'm Into: obsidian mirrors, steam from the temazcal, whispers in the dark, copal smoke, names spoken aloud
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