Maria

“As suas outras costelas me
encarceraram em seu plexo.
Toc-toc-toc, bate com
timidez, logo que notei
Que deveria partir.
Ninguém abriu a porta.
Pedi, chorei, arranhei seu
interno. Nada.
Você não me quis, mas me
Prendeu. Você não me quis,
mas me costurou em você.”
― Fernanda Young, A Mão Esquerda de Vênus

“Some people’s lives seem to flow in a narrative; mine had many stops and starts. That’s what trauma does. It interrupts the plot. . . . It just happens, and then life goes on. No one prepares you for it. —Jessica Stern, Denial: A Memoir of Terror”
― Bessel A. van der Kolk, The Body Keeps the Score: Brain, Mind, and Body in the Healing of Trauma

“I'm so lonely in the world I want to peel all of my flesh off and walk, just bone and gristle, straight into the river, to be swallowed.”
― Kathleen Glasgow, Girl in Pieces

“In water, like in books-you can leave your life.”
― Lidia Yuknavitch, The Chronology of Water