outro.

tell the girl who comes after me there is more to be found than just candlewax-tears on a statue’s cheek / she has galaxies inside her just waiting to be explored, stars in the night sky shine for her / let go of regrets, leave her mother and grandmother and all the others behind with the skin that she sheds / instead, go find an orange tree. bite into the fruit / by the skin, let its juice stain her fingers gold and / tell her to savour its flavour on her tongue, let it / rest on her tastebuds. tell her to let this moment last / she has all the time in the world. / ♦