Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. These, our bodies, possessed by light. Tell me we'll never get used to it.

I woke up in the morning and I didn’t want anything, didn’t do anything, couldn’t do it anyway, just lay there listening to the blood rush through me and it never made any sense, anything.

The way you slam your body into mine reminds me I’m alive, but monsters are always hungry, darling.

I swear, I end up feeling empty, like you've taken something out of me and I have to search my body for scars.

You’re falling now. You’re swimming. This is not           harmless. You are not                     breathing.

From the landscape: a sense of scale. From the dead: a sense of scale.

Here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed.