favourite faces for favourite mythic ladies: Oya with Joan Smalls
She cracks unhalting time over her knee, like it’s a twig, like it’s a spine of some lesser thing. She breaks what you’ve been holding so tight, and when you start to cry she takes your face in her strong hands, forces you to look at her, and says, forget it. It’s holding you back. You don’t need it any longer.
And you don’t.