The lace looks like it would fit with a formal dress, just as when it was worn by a girl in the distant past who had a beautiful smile.
Someday, she may make her way to a grand ballroom with bloody shoes on. Make sure to stay alert so as not to repeat the tragedy.
And Jamie picks fights, but they’re weak and short-lived
Because no one can be bothered when it’s humid like this
And we roll in every summer like it’s shameful to be underneath
The ceiling or a roof, try come out and steal our thunder.
and four years later you're dancing around your kitchen with a pint of milk in your hand. the windows are wide open, the neighbors are still awake, and they are watching you. they are watching you fall in love with being alive.
I am terrified of what’s inside of me. My organs are such ugly things. They twist and rupture and fail. The good news is that we are all like this. I’m not sure this is good news.
Do you know why we have the sunflowers? It’s not because Vincent van Gogh suffered. It’s because Vincent van Gogh had a brother who loved him. Through all the pain, he had a tether, a connection to the world. And that is the focus of the story we need – connection.
Maybe someone in the future I cannot see will read about my sisters and me and learn. In that moment, time will shrink and we'll be there. We will share knowledge, struggles, our alien ways. Empathy is the hardest to share. It is all I have to give.
you wear an ancestor’s face. you look like a woman you’ll never meet. in that mirror, there’s thousands of you. and in that bath, when you look down, she looks back, shaking and deforming in the ripples as she lies beneath the surface.