7 billion Beautiful stars…

This does not feel like healing. Can’t I hear myself….. My thighs have become rotten pink, and grey memories of your heartbreak surround me. Eyes still feel like a small girl trying to find her mother in war. Your empty room does not smell like the orange weather, it’s starting to smell a lot like…

If the sky had escape wounds…

If the sky had escape wounds Would my town still be afraid of welcoming me? Maybe I’d rest in empty spaces Like the boy who painted protests on his dry skin Dry, like lost lovers during the renaissance, Beautiful and cold. My eyes in the mirror Wait for someone to look back. Do my eyes…

Boys like you… 🌻

For boys like you, loving is a sin. A sin where kissing costs us breaking the skies apart. Boys like you, are hard to love. For them, love does not come in soft candies and dead cocoons turning into butterflies. Boys like you expect eating cathedrals and castles at 2 am in the night, when…

Lost in my House

I’ve been lost too many times now. Lost in my own house where I was too scared to open the door outside. Every time I left home, it hurt but I learned something. This time, I’m learning to decorate my body. I’m learning to keep to myself the leaves and branches that I used to…

Taste of Victory

Orion, winning a war is a punishment greater than death. The tears in your sisters eyes have dried up crying Revolution, screaming so loud to be heard by the 13th century. But not loud enough to let us hear her moans, because she’s sealed her bruises with remains of the black death, almost bronze in…