Asylum

“I want to arch my back for you like the flowers do when they beg the sun for its light”

“When I die, derange my ashes on her coffin — disseminate, dispel, suffuse it around her epitaph … I don’t care if you invect, aperture her grave — as long as you stain it with my ashes, dust it within her catafalque. Until there is nothing but a blur of ossein, of bones. Until nothing is left to the mortal eye but us.”

“I wrote you love songs, while you placed the night inside my heart.”

the woman you’re becoming will cost you people, relationships, spaces, and material things.

“If you’re tired of kissing me I’d better go.”

“You just need to be alone for a while. Untill you feel…yourself again.”

“You are a slave of what you need in your soul.”