I dreamed you were standing in this dark place and you touched these dead flowers and they lit up like they were electric or something. Electric lilies. Lighting up the Valley.
Francesca Lia Blockthe rain is coming. little sister, the night broke. the thunder cracked my brain finally. the rain is coming, i promise you. i didnโt mean to but your tears will bring life back. purple flowers grow, the colour blood looks in the veins. theyโll sprout out of my chest. i promise you theyโll crack the ground, grow over the freeways, down the slopes to the sea. iโll be in their faces. iโll be in the waves, coming down from the sky. iโll be inside the one who holds you. and then i wonโt be.
Francesca Lia BlockThereโs nowhere to escape,โ Dobey said, jamming his hands into his pockets and staring into the Valley. Thatโs not true, baby,โ said Desiree. She took his hands and pulled him to her, wrapping her legs around his torso. She could feel the sobs in both of them, but quiet, silenced by the kiss. They could escape inside each other.
Francesca Lia BlockDear Angel Juan, You used to guard my sleep like a panther biting back my pain with the edge of your teeth. You carried me into the dark dream jungle, loping past the hungry vines, crossing the shiny fish-scale river. We left my tears behind in a chiming silver pool. We left my sorrow in the muddy hollows. When I woke up you were next to me, damp and matted, your eyes hazy, trying to remember the way I clung to you, how far down we went. Was the journey too far, Angel Juan? Did we go too far?
Francesca Lia Block