They say drugs are not the answer, but really, what is the question?
Dawn tinted the darkness like water ink.
She was a beautiful woman dragging a crippled foot and I was that foot. I was bricks sewn into the hem of her clothes, I was a steel dress
One can bear anything. The pain we cannot bear will kill us outright.
she’s not as pretty as you,” I said “But she’s a simpler girl,” my mother whispered.
After all the fears, the warnings, after all, a woman's mistakes are different from a girl's. They are written by fire on stone. They are a trait and not an error.