I am a different person today, with flowers sewn into my hair and tiny ladybugs drinking my skin.

I have freed the petals that have grown in my ribcage, so that others can smell the beauty of my tales. Wearing full on my lips to excavate my syllables on a descendant of my vowels.

I whisper tiny lullabies to the ancient ruins of a once scattered soul and dance tiny steps to the music I keep deep down in my veins for subtle charm.

I am a vision of a lonely wild only when the moon shouts from its lungs, that’s our own personal mythology… ❤🍀🖖

©️ Beatriz Esmer