Becky Scott

“And it was a magical thing, to love someone so much; it was a feeling so strange and slippery, like a sheath of fabric cut from the sky.”
― Alice Winn, In Memoriam

“In the hypermasculine atmosphere of war, they were not overly concerned with manliness.”
― Alice Winn, In Memoriam

“It was dusk, on a Friday. The battered skeletons of trees tapered against the fresh starlight in No Man's Land. The sky offered curious glimpses of beauty, from time to time. The men wrote about it in their letters, describing sunsets in painstaking detail to their families, as if there was nothing to see at the front but crimson clouds and dusted rays of golden light.”
― Alice Winn, In Memoriam

“I hear the breaking bodies scream.
Thankful I have hit my mark,
I slither through the trenching dark.
You bleed to death in all my dreams.”
― Alice Winn, In Memoriam