Emily

“One shard of brilliant summer pierced me
and remains.
By this only
unregenerate bone
I am not dead, but waiting.”
― Audre Lorde, Coal

“Inside me, my Darkness rests within my rib-cage, a jailed animal grown lazy from lack of exercise. I have not felt my soul for a very long time. It may have slipped out, unbeknownst to me. I've seen other lose their shame of dignity in this way.”
― Virginia Feito, Victorian Psycho

“If there are words for how I feel about you, I’ve never heard them. Never seen them written in any of the thousands of books I’ve read.”
― Danielle L. Jensen, The Inadequate Heir

“I guess hearts are slippery because they’re covered in blood. I wish I could bleed mine dry. Then I’d miss you less.”
― Jade Song, Chlorine