petra

“In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“I met a girl
who holds me
like she is fighting
for me
in her sleep.
If you ever decide to age,
love, invite me.
I’ll retire my bones
to make you tea,
and read you poetry.”
― Jasmine Mans, Black Girl, Call Home