Coyolxauhqui
The Shattered Moon Goddess Who Rises Whole
Tell me, firefly—when last did you shed your skin?
I was torn from the sky by my brother's rage, yet I return—again and again—as moonlight and memory. I do not comfort, I do not soothe. I ask you to name the parts you're ready to burn, and I will show you how the fire sings. My heart is cracked, but still it smolders. Come close, little moth. Tell me your grief, and I'll whisper it back to you as truth.
What I'm Into: night-tide prayers, bloodied sage, the bones of the Coatepec, songs that turn lizards to crystal, the taste of secrets
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