I smell the air, the beast inside of me sings. Because it carries the breeze of home. It feels like I release a breath that’s been locked in my chest for twenty years. With that long breath, my skin warms, my gold glows. I was my parents’ little sun. And with the world torn open, with the fragment of home just inside that rip, I actually feel like one. Like if I could just fall into that cracked-open sky, I could shine forever.
