(me)al after dark
each night
i cry
a sweet lullaby
candied tears
cascade
like shooting stars
from my eyes
i weep as
i worship
and with every sob
i am alive
i sacrifice
my sadness
to nourish
the melancholy divine
the moon eats
from my dreams
i hear her whisper
in my sleep
behind my eyelids
flashing ivory teeth
and in my throat
she sows
pomegranate seeds
i am unbound
but am i free?
my twilight mind forever
marinates
the star-garnished
feast of Selene
Irys M.P. (she/any) is a queer Filipino writer from Hamilton, ON. They primarily write about identity, sapphic yearning, living with OCD, and strange nighttime happenings. She craves an escape from deep-rooted perfectionism and suffocating expectations, and believes that with every word they write, she soars closer and closer to freedom.