“I’m only going to get hurt again. There is no God. I am ghost and ghosting and ghosted. I hunt myself.”
— Hannah Cohen, from “Crush,” published in Bending Genres
Etikett: about astrid
As for me, I’m quiet though full of melancholy;
Federico García Lorca, tr. by Sarah Arvio, from “In the Garden of Lunar Grapefruit,”
“There’s nothing you can do to me I wouldn’t do to myself.”
— Nicole Dollanganger, Mean
“I am sick of haunting myself from within
like an old house.”— Erica Jong, from “Bitter Herb,” Witches (as seen in Becoming Light: Poems New and Selected)
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You know you’ll just have to go bury this
In the garden and leave it till there’s nothing left
For me to find, when I try to dig it up
And bring it back to life
“She was a very old soul in a very young body.”
— Nick Gatfield
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