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“Now that we’re alone together, the owl-baby gets busy-busy whispering in my ear, trying to convince me to give up. It tells me it’s prepared to use force, but would prefer my full cooperation. I pray for a miscarriage.”
― Claire Oshetsky, Chouette

“They didn’t want to hurt me. I am not strong. You never know how much I could suffer.”
― Maayan Eitan, Love

“There is no pleasure to be had in writing about trauma. It requires opening a wound, looking into the bloody gape of it, and cleaning it out, one word at a time. Only then might it be possible for that wound to heal.”
― Roxane Gay, Writing into the Wound: Understanding trauma, truth, and language