Midnight * Locket * Lunar 

The creamy crepuscular interior of the opalescent shell and the private dancer’s heart shaped locket. The tucked in sheets of belonging at the base of the tree. Saltwater skinny dipping the sensitized self and violet slippering out after midnight, Cancer summons the sirens. Tenderize yourself to this world. Fight for the force of your tidal pulls. You belong right here. To your own shade and shape.