Erica

“I yearn to know the people I love deeply and intimately—without context, without boxes—and I yearn for them to know me that way, too.”
― Jennette McCurdy, I'm Glad My Mom Died

“Church is a beautiful, peaceful, three-hour weekly reprieve from the place I hate most: home.”
― Jennette McCurdy, I'm Glad My Mom Died

“Hades

Where we go when he closes my eyes
and under what country;
some blue darkness, farther from hell;
a landscape of absense and root and stone.

There are no bodies here,
we dream shapeless dreams--
a constant, cloudless storm.

Mother, I'll never wake up from him.
I have already traveled too far.
My mouth is the color of his mouth
and his arms are no longer his arms;
they're mute as smoke, as my first white dress,
and the spear of his name, once ferocious,
dissolves on my tongue
like sugar, like birdsong, I whisper it:
Hades”
― Cecilia Woloch

“Mom didn’t get better. But I will.”
― Jennette McCurdy, I'm Glad My Mom Died