âThe way you slam your body into mine reminds me Iâm alive, but monsters are always hungry, darling, and theyâre only a few steps behind you, finding the flaw, the poor weld, the place where we werenât stitched up quite right, the place they could almost slip right into through if the skin wasnât trying to keep them out, to keep them here, on the other side of the theater where the curtain keeps rising. I crawled out the window and ran into the woods. I had to make up all the words myself. The way they taste, the way they sound in the air. I passed through the narrow gate, stumbled in, stumbled around for a while, and stumbled back out. I made this place for you. A place for to love me. If this isnât a kingdom then I donât know what is.â
Richard Siken, Crush
