DOVE LONGBOTTOM

i was born a fighter; gatekeeper of an endless war where justice and revenge are dishes best served warm, where the lines between right and wrong don’t exist anymore - i am judge, jury, and executioner. i am the weapon that hands out the sentence i am the last thing you’ll ever see - but i didn’t want to be a fighter. i just wanted to be free.

I’m now in the abyss. The abyss. Either I will die or climb out. One or the other.

Girl frightened. Girl destroyed. Girl as a symptom. / Girl in a paroxysm of rage. Girl disappeared in a / death-like loss of feeling. Girl as indescribable evil.

“People don’t understand the word ruthless. They think it means ‘mean.’ It’s not about being mean. It’s about seeing the bright, clear line that leads from A to B. The line that goes from motive to means. Beginning to end. It’s about seeing that bright, clear line and not caring about anything but the beautiful fact that you can see the solution. Not caring about anything else but the perfection of it.”

I’m being unnecessarily brutal, you say. Too blunt, too graphic. You want things to go on the way they are and yet you don’t like this future. You don’t like this future? Switch it off. Order another.

Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.

I planted a seed of hatred in my heart. I swore it would grow to be a massive tree whose roots would strangle them all.

we are sick to the core of swans twining graceful necks around the slender legs of fair maidens; of golden apples and a thousand ships; of tortoise-shell lyres and a voice that stirs even the birds to silence and cold, dead lovers who will never sing again. this song is for us we are the splashing of sticky red shuddering in the darkness. we are the voices that call from the roots of swaying trees. we are the chill wind in your bones. we are the cold fingers crawling underneath your skin. can you hear us now? good. we are v e n g e a n c e. we are spite. we do not forgive. and we never, ever forget.

You leave one wolf alive and the sheep are never safe