silkworm (2026)

Long before I grasped the mechanics of control, I felt its weight pressing down—not from men, but from elder women shaped by centuries of male-dominated systems. Their affection for younger girls carries a hidden mandate, a gentle yet firm dominion woven into everyday care. My first direct encounter arrived at a razor against the scalp, where a simple haircut became the opening act of a deeper pattern. In this space, devotion and restriction blend seamlessly, forging a cyclical burden that echoes through every female lineage. Silkworm captures this intricate dance of tenderness and tension, standing as a softly spoken cautionary tale about the invisible hierarchies we unknowingly hand down.