Communion, Jeanann Verlee
trigger warning obliteratedheart: electricityscape: I know a boy who called his girlfriend’s body a “crime scene.” Dad, my body is a crime scene. My body is lint and gasoline and matchstick. My body is a brush fire. It’s ticking, Dad, a slow alarm. I have rain boots. Lots of them. It isn’t raining anymore. The words are coming back, Dad. The way they fit and jump in the mouth. I want ice...
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.– William Butler Yeats
It is not too much to ask men not to rape; indeed, it is insulting to insist...– http://womensglib.wordpress.com/