i captured a sliver of the moon
on the tip of my tongue
a tiny thousand fireflies,
between steamy puffs
of burning lungs,
a shimmering.
i stood alone, long—
a still silhouette
under a crying streetlight,
a witness to the dying of the stars,
to the rebirth of my own body,
to coming alive again.
~j. avellana hongo, 2020
This was the toughest week I've had in a while--but I'm still alive, I'm still here and I am resilient AF. I want to talk smack about all of it. I want to say all the things about the person I dealt w
One day the weeping will cease and your body, so tired from heaving sobs, will release itself and rest will finally come to your bones You will close your eyes and smile, and the air will be sweet and