Atrapada En Libros -

Atrapada en libros. Not trapped. Held.

She didn't fall into books. She walked into them willingly, like a child stepping into a forest she already knew by heart. atrapada en libros

Yes. Always yes.

Now the pages have grown around her like walls. The spines are the ribs of a small, warm cage. She sleeps between paragraphs and wakes to the smell of old paper—vanilla, dust, and the ghost of someone else's pencil marks. if there ever was one

She is not a prisoner. She is a volunteer. And the lock, if there ever was one, is made of ink. is made of ink.