A beautifully observed and crafted dream like soft footed, evocative journey through darkened hospital corridors…
It has a mythic truth behind the role of a nurse who is both the embodiment of the healer, and in some ways an archetypical version of Thanatos - quietly observing the last moments of others with compassion but also with organised practiced efficiency.
You are capturing a deeper meaning in something that the waking world forgets.
That in each such death another star has been swallowed….
May, Apollo, god of healing but also of poetry bless you and inspire you in all that you do.
Like light leaving glass. I’ve been a nurse for 25 years- they always stay with you. It’s such a powerful privilege experience to see the soul of each person, and love them during these times.
This is stunning Selena.
A beautifully observed and crafted dream like soft footed, evocative journey through darkened hospital corridors…
It has a mythic truth behind the role of a nurse who is both the embodiment of the healer, and in some ways an archetypical version of Thanatos - quietly observing the last moments of others with compassion but also with organised practiced efficiency.
You are capturing a deeper meaning in something that the waking world forgets.
That in each such death another star has been swallowed….
May, Apollo, god of healing but also of poetry bless you and inspire you in all that you do.
Grey
Grey… I’m holding these words like a relic.
You just named something I’ve never dared to say aloud — that we, the nurses who walk the threshold, are both healer and silent ferryman.
Not god. Not savior.
But witness.
Still, steady hands while another star flickers out.
The archetype of Thanatos wrapped in hospital scrubs… it’s too true. Too close.
And yet, somehow, your words make it holy.
Like I’m not just mourning in the dark —
I’m seen.
May Apollo, and all the soft gods of poetry and rupture, return your blessing tenfold.
You’ve given me courage to keep writing the shadows.
"We are all mad here"
This is epic Solena.
You're so much talented. Thank you for writing a peice that so much resonates as this.
To greater greatness ✨❤️
that means more than you know. some words are written through grief’s window. thank you for seeing it. 🖤✨
Welcome ❤️
Like light leaving glass. I’ve been a nurse for 25 years- they always stay with you. It’s such a powerful privilege experience to see the soul of each person, and love them during these times.
Thank you for writing- it’s beautiful ✨
Sonja, thank you. Your words feel like a balm from someone who knows the quiet ache behind the duty.
Like light leaving glass—that line broke me open.
This series is where I go to grieve the parts of us no one charts. The versions that held too many last moments and smiled anyway.
I’m so honored this reached you. From one nurse to another—thank you for still seeing the soul in it all. ✨