Mer

“Do you like me?”
No answer.
Silence bounced, fell off his tongue
and sat between us
and clogged my throat.
It slaughtered my trust.
It tore cigarettes out of my mouth.
We exchanged blind words,
and I did not cry,
I did not beg,
but blackness filled my ears,
blackness lunged in my heart,
and something that had been good,
a sort of kindly oxygen,
turned into a gas oven.”
― Anne Sexton

“(A)t least simulated vulnerability is bearable/for those/who cannot/withstand unreasonable tenderness.”
― Chelsey Minnis, Zirconia

“Yet I had not bargained for this, the girl with tears hanging on her cheeks like stuck pearls, her cunt a split fig below the great globes of her buttocks on which the knotted tails of the cat were about to descend, while a man in a black mask fingered with his free hand his prick, that curved upwards like a scimitar he held. The picture had a caption 'Reproof of curiosity.”
― Angela Carter, The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories

“Everybody said, "Follow your heart". I did, it got broken”
― Mysterious Affair At Styles (Hercule Poirot, #1), The