Jane Burn > Quotes

“Here are the tendons of my neck. Here is the throb of harm. I am lost as one drop of rain is lost to a storm, here among the gloam owls, their cry of cold psalms.”
― Jane Burn, Be Feared

“turn to where the kitchen is quiet. There’s no-one to hurt you on plain days like this. I don’t have to sketch on a smile. There is nobody here to recognise but me.”
― Jane Burn, Be Feared

“bear a ghost of gloom in the curl of my palm. I am the moonlight’s gash where the sky is torn. I imagine the death I would make in the strange of your arms,”
― Jane Burn, Be Feared