Karina

Her mood ring is always stuck on orange except for when she walks back home from a party. the stars look like faces, sometimes, an entire history up there. she knows everything that has ever happened. then, her ring shifts to pink like blood in the water 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗴𝘂𝗺 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗹𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗰𝘆. she is a body of impulses. her saya, "oh, honey" like a prayer. her father wants to tuck her in but instead, says nothing but goodnight. she runs away from home every summer, the air stinks of animal meat, the water sizzles. she always comes home, eyes wide as bacteria. then she goee to sleep. and she has the same dream. the one where she creates. everything and she is holy, she wakes up feeling the absence of wings.