Here, The World Entire

by Anwen Kya Hayward

The thing about grief is that it pays no heed to the rules we have constructed for ourselves. Grief commands us to act. It demands recognition.

I want to know the language he speaks when he first thinks about speaking, before he turns all his words inside out and lets me understand.

I want to tell him that I know too well the burden of being a beautiful woman in a world full of angry men, but I don't.

#MedusaDeservedBetter

I've forgotten what she sang, but I think it was like water. The kind of thing you imagine the Sirens singing.

On the earth, the moon illuminates certain things in silver, leaves others in shade, and I wonder if Perseus is hidden or bathed in it.

🙅‍♀️