You are so intense. Like a storm. It's shocking how intense you are.

I stand here waiting. To disappear or sing.

In Mexico people wear hummingbird amulets around their necks to show they are searching for love. Here people pretend that they aren’t. Searching.

He said, You're so tiny, like a doll, you look like you might break. I wanted him to break me. Part of me did.

But be careful; sand is already broken but glass breaks. The shoes are for dancing, not running away.

Metaphors are an interesting example of creating magic in prose.

My heart is a teacup with hairline cracks. I feel like I have to walk real carefully so it won't get shaken and just all shatter and break.