PinnedsolisalunaI became his canvas so I set myself on fireHe drew stars in the vastness of my skin,Jan 14, 202218Jan 14, 202218
Pinnedsolisalunawe were both poison and cureWe were time capsules held so closely by our blood, by our flesh, by our bonesMar 17, 202210Mar 17, 202210
Pinnedsolisalunathe poets can tell our story“And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.” ― Madeline Miller, The Song of AchillesMar 8, 202213Mar 8, 202213
Pinnedsolisalunathere is no happy endingI never knew why I found solace in the parting,Jan 5, 20227Jan 5, 20227
solisalunaAll I know is that I do not know how to save the world.It seems I have lost the words.Aug 17Aug 17
solisalunaAntalya of the THer hands were slipping. She squinted her eyes as blood trickled down her face. Was it hers? Was it from the hooded figure that pushed her…May 8May 8
solisalunaThe Birthday WishA store-bought candle. A freshly picked bouquet of Dahlias. A tacky birthday hat. Henry sits on the oak chairs and carefully places the box…Apr 8Apr 8