“I tear at the air with glass nails that have learned to scale mountains of mirrors.” — Valentina Cano Copy Share Image
“I tear at the air with glass nails that have learned to scale mountains of mirrors.” — Valentina Cano Copy Share Image
“Think, I tell myself. Think. Unwrap your brain from the shroud it’s been living in. Think.” — Valentina Cano Copy Share Image
“I miss you with the very edge of my skin. It winces in absence, a giant muscle contracting.” — Valentina Cano Copy Share Image
