Clay is a woman.

Soft + textured,

more to her than eyes can see.

Depth + substance,

she has untold forms.

She is muse to many,

yet truly mastered by none.

She transforms her raw beauty

in heat + fire.

She moves her body in the flames,

her mind remains her own.

She emerges firm + strong,

with laughter like twinkling stars.

- Rachel Charge x