Category: New Arrivals

Sisterhood – She Is No Wolf to Me

Sisterhood is not bestowed. It is seized from the ashes of expectation, carved from gazes that stayed silent for too long.
It is not always a gentle hand, sometimes it is a fist, sometimes a scar. Still, there is no betrayal in it. Only truth, even when it burns.
It is not a circle of saints, nor a nest of safety, it is ritual, it is witch, it is fire.
It is when two women are silent, but they know. When grief needs no permission, and strength no apology.

In sisterhood, no one says be strong, they say: be yourself, even when you are broken.
Together they are not soft roses, but roots that crack the pavement.
They do not save each other to play saints, but because they know how it feels when the world forgets you.
When you’re pushed aside. When your voice breaks, and your gaze still burns.

They don’t flatter. They don’t pat lies on the back. They look you in the eyes and say: You will not vanish. Not while we are here.
There is no room for envy in their bones, they survived a world that served it like bread at the table.
They’ve learned: what divides doesn’t grow from within.

In sisterhood, every wound has a name. Every silence hums a song. This is alchemy that doesn’t turn lead to gold, but pain into power.
And not everyone is made for that circle, not everyone dares to bare their weakness, without dressing it in wisdom.
They don’t run from the dark. They write letters to it. Sometimes in blood, sometimes in the language of dreams. But always—truthfully.

This is magic you won’t find in self-help books. It is flame passed through gaze, through touch, through silence that beats in the same rhythm.
And if you ask what sisterhood is—it’s when you lose yourself, and someone whispers: You’re still here. And it’s not over.