“I wanted to hear his voice again, yet feared to meet his eye.”
“There’s no part where angels come to save her, nothing winged or arrowed left in this graveyard city. The devil wraps himself around her and says, I am all you have & don’t you want me here? Don’t you need me here?”
A ghastly hunger gnaws at her entrails; she has been waiting for him all her life without knowing it.
Bring me a man on his knees A man bowing to my thighs A communion of skin and bones A baptism of touch I want so many hands that aren’t mine I want to forget limbs and eyelids exist
I wanted to hear his voice again, yet feared to meet his eye.
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