DEAD / END

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.

…the monstrous part of me got so large, so familiar, I could want it. I could kiss it.

I tried begging myself for forgiveness but I bit off my tongue when I turned softness into knife and girl into graveyard.

Dark sides are important. They should be nurtured like nasty black orchids.

God, God, what do I do / after all this survival?

She has a mouth like unswept glass—-when you least expect it she cuts you.

She was destruction given form and purpose. Hers was an elegant savagery—

Slow your breath; unclench your fist. Even in sleep you are ready for war.

Once you cross over, there are things in the darkness that can keep your heart from ever feeling the light again.

She’s something odd and uncertain, half of her was made of stars, full of death and filled with light; her other half was made of scars, full of life and filled with darkness.

My body is a graveyard, my hands covered in blood. But if you’re not afraid of death, I’ll try not to be afraid of love.