The Weight of Two Worlds
You leave your class before the day is done, Chasing the clock, not the sinking sun. Your bag is weighty-- with books and immense fear, Yet you still whisper, “I’ll make it this year.”
Erica Crisostomo · Dec 6, 2025
Erica Crisostomo
Insight PH · Literary
3 stories
The Curse of Perfection
Her smile was painted on, her eyes untouched by its color.
Erica Crisostomo · Nov 15, 2025
When Pulchritude or Beauty Becomes a Burden
There’s a definite weight to being “beautiful” or pulchritudinous. It isn’t the kind of weight you can measure on a scale; it presses on the chest, the back, the corners of your mind. People often see your face first…
Erica Crisostomo · Sep 12, 2025