The Coronation of Silence
At midnight, she combs her hair with cactus needles. At dawn, she drinks the dew that tastes of iron and regret. Her court is made of silence; her subjects, the ones who loved too much and were loved too little in return. la reina de las espinas
“You wanted a kingdom? This is what remains when you stop pretending.” The Coronation of Silence At midnight, she combs
They say she was once soft. That her heart was a berry, ripe and sweet, until the world bit down. Now, every stem that curls around her ribs is a lesson learned too late. Every prickle is a name she will not speak again. “You wanted a kingdom
She rules over the hollowed field where lovers come to leave their illusions. Here, devotion hardens into barbed wire. Here, a kiss leaves a scar more lasting than a blade. She watches the pilgrims kneel, their knees sinking into the dirt, and she whispers: