I pounded through the houses, staggering down the hallways, falling down the steps. It was a hot streaky dawn full of insecticides, exhaust, flowers that could make you sick or fall in love. My battered Impala was still parked there on the side of the road and I wanted to lie down on the shredded seats and sleep and sleep. But I thought of the bones; I could hear them singing. They needed me to write their song.
Francesca Lia BlockI will be thin and pure like a glass cup. Empty. Pure as light. Music. I move my hands over my body - my shoulders, my collarbone, my rib cage, my hip bones like part of an animal skull, my small thighs. In the mirror my face is pale and my eyes look bruised. My hair is pale and thin and the light comes through. I could be a lot younger than seventeen. I could be a child still, untouched.
Francesca Lia BlockPulling heads off Barbies, sticking them on the TV antenna and ruining the reception. But thats how witch babies are.
Francesca Lia BlockChoose to believe in your own myth your own glamour your own spell a young woman who does this (even if she is just pretending) has everything.
Francesca Lia BlockEach of us has a family tree full of stories inside of us, Dirk thought. Each of us has a story blossoming out of us.
Francesca Lia BlockI'd sit around dreaming that the boys I saw at shows or at work - the boys with silver earrings and big boots - would tell me I was beautiful, take me home and feed me Thai food or omelets and undress me and make love to me all night with the palm trees whispering windsongs about a tortured gleaming city and the moonlight like flame melting our candle bodies.
Francesca Lia Block