war ate a girl and spat out a woman.

“I enjoy pretty women and pretty words. I like the way both taste on my tongue.”

“Did your anger end finally or only change form, become wordless, incommunicable?”

“My love, Lay down your weapons, Put away the claws. I have gazed into the face of your rage And seen the sadness it springs from. I have watched your soft hands clench into careful fists And heard you choke down the tremors in your voice. I know your scars still pain you, I know their words still tear at you— So rest. Let me wash away the red hot pain of remembrance. Let me tend to the seething wounds of rejection. If you lose yourself in this battle, how hollow the triumph will be. Rest. Give yourself just this day— Tomorrow the war awaits.”

“My father had taught me to be nice first, because you can always be mean later, but once you’ve been mean to someone, they won’t believe the nice anymore. So be nice, be nice, until it’s time to stop being nice, then destroy them.”

“you dangle on the leash of your own longing; your need grows teeth.”

You keep storing up all that anger and grief. Eventually it spills over. Or you drown in it.

“I cannot be other than what I am, and I am the choices of all my days.”

“I don’t know how to stay tender with this much blood in my mouth”