cayla witt

“I did not beg him to stay
because I was begging God
that he would not leave.”
― Warsan Shire

“Mother, I am ravenous. Mother it is not what they said, they did not tell us the truth, they did not even say that it would look like the underbelly of a skinned mammal. That it would be like the inside of a lip. It is the scrape of his teeth on the soft of my arm and how I moaned for days. It is greedy and hungry. I am always hungry. I am always a stomach full of teeth and need. Need, god, I need. Once in the morning and once in the afternoon, sometimes in between. Sometimes I am not a girl, but a slice of desire. Mother, if desperation were human, she would wear my eyes. She would hold my hands. She would take me by the neck and fill me until I was boneless. Later she would write in her diary, today I destroyed a girl and it tasted like wine.”
― Azra Tabassum

“Yes, you can love the river. The knife. The pills. / The wine. You can love a thousand lonelinesses.”
― Jeanann Verlee

“if there is a light then i am going to
swallow it. if there is a god then
i’m going to make him cry.”
― S. Osborn