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Ash & Ember - Your Body Keeps the Mark

A prayer without touch. A body still kneeling long after the goddess has gone. It is the aftermath - where obedience becomes reflex, and devotion lingers in the bones. Ash does not need to return. You are remade in her absence. This is possession etched into flesh. 💬 Comment below if this song has you kneeling when no one's watching. 🩸 Don’t forget to like, subscribe, and share to help the ember spread. 🛒 Ritual Merch + Downloads Coming Soon: https://shop.worldsofmythandink.com/c... Storefront: https://shop.worldsofmythandink.com 💌 Get the Forbidden Poem — Free Sign up for the newsletter & get First of Her Name: https://shop.worldsofmythandink.com/n... 📺 Follow Ash & Ember YouTube →    / @mythandink   TikTok →   / c.a.smith   Instagram →   / myth_inkworldsofc.a.smith   Lyrics: Isn’t it divine? Silent, your body sings. Obedience outlives command Even without my fingers on the strings. Your throat tightens, but not from need It chokes out calls from memory. Of the way I sealed your breath like prayer, Under kiss and leather, you beg for air. Knees fall open, your want throbs hot, And fingers twitch with impure thought. You whisper want me, bite back your cries Only my voice can release what’s chained inside. Tell me... Do you still kneel when no one's watching? Do your hands still feel the ties? Do you dream of me in fevered thrashing, And wake with your altar baptized? I take away the brand, The body keeps the mark. You breathe like you're beneath me still Because you are. You are hungry in my presence, Ravenous when I’m not there. You thirst as slick devotion Spreads across your trembling prayer. I take away the light, I bathe you in the dark. You beg like I am with you still. Your body keeps the mark. You flinch as breath ghosts past your neck So vulnerable, so bare. Your skin turns cold, it aches to burn Beneath the lash that made it flare. You cross your wrists behind your spine, Unbidden, sweetly perverse, a sacred rite. You strain without binds, clenching, aching, Thirsting for my every vice. You rehearse the rites without the priestess. You beg without the blade. You turn off all the lights and close your eyes to pray. You chase the sting in silence, Whimper my name into the dark. I left you holy, ruined, mine. Your body knows my mark. I take away the brand, The body keeps the mark. You breathe like you're beneath me still Because you are. You are hungry in my presence, Ravenous when I’m not there. You thirst as slick devotion Spreads across your trembling prayer. I take away the light, I bathe you in the dark. You beg like I am with you still. Your body keeps the mark. Don’t speak. You don't know the words. Just ache. That’s how I know you still belong to me. The lash fades. Wounds heal. Bruises bloom, then die. But the mark, My mark - remembers. And so do you. And so do I...