Here is another secret: I have no business being fascinated by you.

I was losing sight of the wolf ahead of me; the one inside me seemed closer all of a sudden.

Without turning on the light, I went to my bed and lay down, my arm thrown across the mattress, my hand aching because Grace wasn't underneath it

Mother and daughter like spoons in a drawer.

It was exactly what I wanted-beautiful distraction.

You’re my change of skin / my summer-winter-fall / I spring to follow you / this loss is beautiful.

Flickering lights anonymous doors my heart escaping in drips i'm still waking up but she's still sleeping this ICU is hotel for the dead