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Aching Inside Lightbulbs
"I don't suspect you care much about me, I don't even trust that you'll open the door for me on our first date. Right now you could be stirring your coffee, psyching yourself out of work, if you have a job. I can't say much more about my self, I sit at a typewriter and tickticktick my eyes out whilst filtering my dreams through a bow. I don't suspect you care much about anything. Nor do I." ~ Sarah Palsy, The Dream Quake
"Strike me, please. I'll do anyone you want me to, like the books the vets read when clipping another bitch. I don't want your pity, your love, or your wallet. I want some substance, coke, smack, acid, 'shrooms. Anything to enhance the pain. Slap me, scalp me, make me cry blackened white-trash tears as I avoid the clinic and ride the bus to the wig shop. How terrible I am for hoping for such butterflies of middle-age." Anne Gaile, Tedious
"A man named Teddy is easily trusted right? Even as he scoops your meth-head frame off his door-step and straps you to his dining room. That shouldn't bother you, right? What about when he takes a wooden spoon to your soft-pallete and shines it through your nasal cavity? Do you want Layman's terms? He fucked me, forcefully, without consent. Did I scream? As much as the blood pooling in my throat would let me. Did I give up? Twelve years ago, when the needle was thick with so many others and I couldn't see the wall I was licking speed off of. Need not want not, child." ~ Kimberly Fault, The Letting
"I
knew you, I was practically your surgeon all those nights. Your heart
beating against my palm. I wonder if it accused me, something I may have
done to make the blood inside stutter so. Awkward glances, as it ended,
when it should have began in such a manner. I smell daisies - black."
Sarah Kiln. To Ache Inside a Lightbulb
"What
is a love no greater than ten but idolized by one? Two of us, but we
don't complete each other. We're about as useless as money, but worse,
we have heated blood and chilled hearts." Sarah Kiln, The Roving
"Strike me, please. I'll do anyone you want me to, like the books the vets read when clipping another bitch. I don't want your pity, your love, or your wallet. I want some substance, coke, smack, acid, 'shrooms. Anything to enhance the pain. Slap me, scalp me, make me cry blackened white-trash tears as I avoid the clinic and ride the bus to the wig shop. How terrible I am for hoping for such butterflies of middle-age." Anne Gaile, Tedious
"A man named Teddy is easily trusted right? Even as he scoops your meth-head frame off his door-step and straps you to his dining room. That shouldn't bother you, right? What about when he takes a wooden spoon to your soft-pallete and shines it through your nasal cavity? Do you want Layman's terms? He fucked me, forcefully, without consent. Did I scream? As much as the blood pooling in my throat would let me. Did I give up? Twelve years ago, when the needle was thick with so many others and I couldn't see the wall I was licking speed off of. Need not want not, child." ~ Kimberly Fault, The Letting
"I
knew you, I was practically your surgeon all those nights. Your heart
beating against my palm. I wonder if it accused me, something I may have
done to make the blood inside stutter so. Awkward glances, as it ended,
when it should have began in such a manner. I smell daisies - black."
Sarah Kiln. To Ache Inside a Lightbulb
"What
is a love no greater than ten but idolized by one? Two of us, but we
don't complete each other. We're about as useless as money, but worse,
we have heated blood and chilled hearts." Sarah Kiln, The Roving
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