My heart is a surreal lover
of eerie constellations, of promising soil,
of dancing birthed in ink.
My mind is a sun-bathed garden
full of mirror-loving monsters,
of darkness exposed, of darkness beloved.
Reality is the dark-bright we nurture.
- created for Poets and Storytellers United (Weekly Scribblings #57: Let Us Write (together)). Inspired by the photos shared above and the phrases, “Be an uncrushed flower”, “Burst into constellations of dance”, and “Love can be a monster, or not.”