cassandra's final voyage, taken away from troy into the palace that will bury her.

here, the hero and the victim are the same person. here, the hero is a hostage in a room with an open door. here, the hero must look at the child they once were and say, "sorry i'm not what you wanted...

antigone; divine, dead.

in the final hours before the flood, we learn to love each other.

you are the strongest "almost, maybe, I wish" I've ever met.

the reborn andromeda and her love in the storm that ends the world.

every june i go back to the lake. i am swimming/drowning.

what's the point of cooking when we're all going to die anyways? (a quarantine depression poem lol)

i dream of drowning. the water is endless. it swallows. it invades.

in this place we've found each other, we are whole. flash fiction attempt.

i have two mother tongues and they're both right and wrong and there's no middle ground.

you kill the princess. you don't feel any remorse.

i found you at the end of the world

there's a certain kind of healing that comes from letting go of this love

is frankenstein the monster or the man?

the act of undoing my own humanity

you've never known the world to be so quiet

nyctinasty; the movement of leaves or petals in response to darkness; the closing of a flower at night

poetry; literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas by the use of distinctive style and rhythm; poems collectively or as a genre of literature.

daughters of orion the giant, sacrifices that end the drought; two sisters whose kindness is legendary.