The circus tent was flowing pale in the rain like a fleshy flower lit from within. It seemed to bloom in the downpour. Drops of rain caught on Rafe's eyelashes, blinding him as the circus light struck them. He groped for the flap, that slit in the fabric that would reveal her to him. She was on the rope again, her skirt flashing with tiny mirrors, hair braided with petals. He looked up at her, dizzy with it, seeing her face framed in the parasol. There were bluish shadows around her eyes.
Francesca Lia BlockBut death is stronger than that and when you cover your eyes you are the one who can't see the dark. The dark still sees you.
Francesca Lia BlockThink of your pain like a bunch of red roses, a beautiful thorn necklace. Everyone has one.
Francesca Lia Block