Supercorp 6 or 9? Or both because they would be so cute. I love your writing so so much.
piggy back rides
It is the first time Kara Danvers
has ever seen Lena Luthor sleep.
She hovers outside of Lena’s glass
walled office before stepping lightly onto the balcony, the night humming quiet
in her veins. She hadn’t meant to end up here, had fully intended to be in bed
by now, curled around her spare pillow, waiting for the sun.
Unlike Lena, dozing among a mess of papers and fastidiously typed notes at her desk, crime never sleeps.
It’s new this thing between them,
this friendship, a lie Kara must juggle between two lives.
Just friendship, Kara reminds
herself as she tucks her hair behind her ear, shifting her weight uneasily, only
that. No matter the late-night-movie cuddling or the long kisses Lena presses
to her cheek in farewell. No matter the lunches that stretch to early evening,
Lena’s hand finding hers on the tabletop.
Kara steps closer, pressing her palm
flat against the balcony door, unsure how many lines she is about to blunder
It is well past midnight now, the darkened
city tipping into the witching hour, shadow drenched and vast. There are no
stars tonight, no moon, and the darkness presses close against her shoulders,
bearing down, a celestial weight.
Lena leaves the balcony door
unlocked these days, and though Kara has never asked, she knows it’s for her.
I don’t have perfect skin, perfect body shape, desired height, ideal weight, large wardrobe, no name brands. I don’t care about all those materialistic things they come and they go. I can only be me and I want to make me proud.