Shayla Raquel > Shayla's Quotes

“You’ll do one of two things. Either ye’ll shut yer trap and carry yer disagreeable arse back to yer apartment, or ye’ll shut yer trap an' join us for a drink, leavin’ yer problems at the door.”
― M.L. Gardner, 1929

“There is no way I am crawling home, a complete failure, to live under my parents’ roof, bringing the wife I can no longer support,”
― M.L. Gardner, 1929

“The very best memories of my life happened when I was broke, had nothing, was nobody. We came to the city and all that changed. We don’t talk much at all anymore, or run off for the day together exploring, or spend time together doing nothing all day. The only candles we light are for formal dinner parties, and the only thing I’ve read to her in a few years is my weekly schedule. I guess I’m hoping we can get back to those things. The stuff that’s important. I’m looking forward to that.”
― M.L. Gardner, 1929 Jonathan's Cross

“How do you take your entire life with you if you have to walk out the door with only what you can carry? How?”
― M.L. Gardner, 1929

“She’s as drunk as a skunk!”
― M.L. Gardner, 1929

“I didn’t realize it would be so expensive to be poor.”
― M.L. Gardner, 1929

“The key is to let the meat sit.”
― Shayla Raquel, Savage Indulgence: A Grisly Short Story with a Twist Ending

“We became Facebook friends, I later
invited them to dinner, and now here we are.
At my dining table, where I have drugged them.”
― Shayla Raquel, Savage Indulgence: A Grisly Short Story with a Twist Ending

“I finally slice into my steak. My first bite is velvety and robust. Melt-in-your-mouth tender. Hardly have to chew. I swallow my morsel of meat. Relish in the taste.”
― Shayla Raquel, Savage Indulgence: A Grisly Short Story with a Twist Ending

“What a waste! I have wasted time, resources, energy. Tattoo ink taints the flesh. It is more than a permanent scar—it is a nausea-inducing taste that I refuse to consume.”
― Shayla Raquel, Savage Indulgence: A Grisly Short Story with a Twist Ending

“The meat hovers right by his lips, so he opens
his mouth, as slowly as a drawbridge. I place the bite of flesh onto his tongue, and seduction overtakes me. His lips clamp down as I pull the utensil away. He chews. Swallows. Licks those lips.”
― Shayla Raquel, Savage Indulgence: A Grisly Short Story with a Twist Ending

“The taste of Beth—I salivate thinking about it. I’ll cook her using a reverse sear. Low temp in the oven on a wire rack, then sear both sides in my cast-iron skillet. Drown her in butter. Golden crust, pink center. I slip into slumber, dreaming about her.”
― Shayla Raquel, Savage Indulgence: A Grisly Short Story with a Twist Ending

“Each cut, hole, and scar
led me to a deep confession:
You maimed me with words
and not a single weapon.”
― Shayla Raquel, All the Things I Should've Told You: Poems on Love, Grief & Resilience

“You are blood,
But you aren’t family.
You look like me,
But you’re my enemy.
You share my surname,
But you rob me of my sanity.
You are of my lineage,
But you created a tragedy.”
― Shayla Raquel, All the Things I Should've Told You: Poems on Love, Grief & Resilience

“My sorrow starts as a steady stream
until the tears run like rapids,
spilling . . .
bursting . . .
gushing . . .

And I can’t dam the grief because, you see, there are things I should’ve told you.”
― Shayla Raquel, All the Things I Should've Told You: Poems on Love, Grief & Resilience

“Did you fall in love with me at the end of this poem?
The one I wrote in the middle of the night when I fell in love with you.”
― Shayla Raquel, All the Things I Should've Told You: Poems on Love, Grief & Resilience