The bus hums with its steady rhythm, a low vibration beneath us as we slip into the back seat. At first, it feels like nothing more than another journey, but then his hand finds the small of my back. Fingers trace lightly, almost absentmindedly, circling up toward my...
An ode to the stars I carry and the sacred depths they awaken. There are galaxies beneath my skin. They live in the gentle weight of my Nectar Cups—my SuperNovas—twin stars that rise and rest with each breath I take. They are not ornaments, not decorations for someone...