Mandy

“The sky is purple, the flare of a match behind a cupped hand is gold; the liquor is green, bright green, made from a thousand herbs, made from altars. Those who know enough to drink Chartreuse at Mardi Gras are lucky, because the distilled essence of the town burns in their bellies. Chartreuse glows in the dark, and if you drink enough of it, your eyes will turn bright green.”
― Poppy Z. Brite, Lost Souls

“With the first kiss his mouth will taste of wormwood.”
― Poppy Z. Brite, Wormwood

“Why bother? I was right all along: the second you make yourself vulnerable to someone, they start drawing blood.”
― Poppy Z. Brite

“Although I cannot see your face
As you flip these poems awhile,
Somewhere from some far-off place
I hear you laughing--and I smile.”
― Shel Silverstein