i don't choose / who to love, don't have anyone
i don't love. love is not love / without self
Read Morei don't choose / who to love, don't have anyone
i don't love. love is not love / without self
Read More“fall into stories. stories of multitudes. multitudes that fond onto each other. other stories might shed light on resemblance but the investigation of differences teaches the potential for more. more often than not there is something you didn’t realize.”
Read More“There’s been requests for weddings in that room / but I’m not sure about hosting a party I can’t technically attend / and how would I explain the music playing every time I opened my mouth?”
Read More“Show me how to unspool my skin, without screaming;”
Read More“I’m not saying in those years I tried to forget you but I tried to stop remembering you… I could not forget you anymore than I could forgive myself for trying to.”
Read More“My story begins this way: I slept with a married man & his jealous witch-wife / that green-eyed bitch / spat her hex at me—”
Read More“When JD is gone, I run the third-floor shower as hot as I can stand it. Hotter. I sit hunched in my aunt’s pristine clawfoot tub and rock, scratching at my skin flaring red as it scalds. A leaden balloon swells in my gut, full and empty at once. My body is cavernous. My bones are hollow. I slink into the bed where he was an hour ago.”
Read More“I shift in my bones and become a new god.“
Read More“I am ghostly whisper / and werewolf’s curse, / a full moon rise seduction / and a candy apple burst.”
Read More"Bitches, / let us gather. / howl at the moon, / to our mother of all things / large and small."
Read More“He was there. / In the cold metal of the broken door frame, / in the dying heat of the laughter in the room— / The dewy grass of the backyard, / the heat of her velvety scream.”
Read More“turn out the lights. / burn a few candles, say the words / (try to) conjure me up, darling / concentrate on my essence in the smoke, / because we’re all ghosts tonight.”
Read More“The sinister presence began its rolling creep up the stairs. No one ever saw it. It traveled under cover of darkness – the darkness of night, of a windowless room, of an underground crypt.”
Read More“we are safe in the darkness of the new moon— among peonies, plumeria, and violets"
Read More“Some have said Jackson was also a literal, practicing witch, but I don’t think we can ever know for certain – and I don’t think we should try to work it out, either.”
Read More“Today, I realized that you can run away from home but you carry it with you always.”
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