The Stars and the Blackness Between Them

by Junauda Petrus

‘If I didn’t define myself for myself, I would be crunched up into other people’s fantasies for me and eaten alive.’”

For a moment, I’m not afraid to die. Like I would be okay if I would still be able to be a part of her life, even if I was leaving mine. I’m going on to be something else, even if I don’t know what that is, at least I will always be a part of this family.

Like I not he blood, like I a problem he finally get rid of.

How could they call loving you anything demonic? Whose God is this?

We was a cosmic conversation, before I even met you in this life.