17 quotes found
“I want her sinful arms wrapped around me,bloodied and angry and triumphant in shame.”
“When I wake from my nightmaresIm more afraid of the breath in my lungs than whatever might be chasing me.”
“You have constellationsgrowing under your skin.starlight in the blood spilledwhen they stole your feathers”
“When I wake from my nightmaresI’m more afraid of the breath in my lungs than whatever might be chasing me.”
“Its voyeuristic the way you searchfor answers in these cries for help,and how you see Deaths fingersbut always think theyre paintbrushes.”
“It’s voyeuristic the way you searchfor answers in these cries for help,and how you see Death’s fingersbut always think they’re paintbrushes.”
“I felt happier yesterday. I do not feel happy today I feelabandoned and godless and brokenin a church built for the damnedwith artificial light through stained glassand warped wooden doors.”
“I am still trying and trying to exorcise youbut you cling to me like mud or bloodstains,like a battlefield fought in my imaginationevery day that I raise my pen against the swordyou used to slice m...”
“But nobody writes fairy talesabout the ugly and poemsare not there for the brokenand I will never find myselfin the words of a hymnnor will any whispered prayerever say my name(which name, which me...”
“In July I thinkabout the idea of being cursed(because its not strange to me;when I look in mirrors Imnot there, blank walls gleamingwith bloody condensation,and my shadow behind memocking me with h...”
“I cut off all my hair, cut awayat the soft curves of my clothinguntil I have edges once again,using my body like broken glassto slice at the world around me.I have to take something back,because I ...”
“I cannot love my neighbour as myselfbecause you bid me do him no harm,and I cannot love my enemiesbecause they keep crawling inside meand tearing out all my emotions:if I am made in your image then...”
“Some people unfold into a thousand wordsand others never speak to me at all,never take the blame at all,never look at me at all I wonder whyhe never looks at me at all (perhapshe cannot bear to me...”
“Words do not come back to me easily,so I pull out my heart and wrap itin a thin sheet of paper, let the bloodseep across in stanzas of honestyand hand it to anyone who will take itso that the still...”
“In my mind he is a demon and a godand I blame him, I blame him, I blame himfor the world I created on my ownas much as the one he built around me.”
“I felt happier yesterday. I do not feel happy today – I feelabandoned and godless and brokenin a church built for the damnedwith artificial light through stained glassand warped wooden doors.”
“In July I thinkabout the idea of being cursed(because it’s not strange to me;when I look in mirrors I’mnot there, blank walls gleamingwith bloody condensation,and my shadow behind memocking me with...”
