Porsha

“She was killed by her boyfriend. By her husband. By her ex. By her lover. By her father. By a man. By the man who said he loved her. And then killed her. Her boyfriend murdered her and burned her body. Her boyfriend was a murderer. Her husband was a murderer. Her lover was a murderer. Love kills.”
― Dahlia de la Cerda, Reservoir Bitches: Stories

“For Ernest, whose memory I would visit every day if I could”
― Hayley Gelfuso, The Book of Lost Hours

“The body had been impaled and mutilated. Stabbed. Assaulted and found partially unclothed. The body of a woman was found with a gunshot wound to the face. A group of children in Ecatepec discovered the body of a young woman that showed signs of torture, though none of her wounds was fatal. The body of a woman approximately nineteen years old with facial bruising and a bullet wound to the head. The unidentified victim was found facedown in jeans, sneakers, and a white shirt. A sixteen-year-old girl was beaten and tortured with hydrochloric acid before being burned alive. According to early forensic reports, her corpse showed signs of having been buried alive.”
― Dahlia de la Cerda, Reservoir Bitches: Stories

“In my time, love often followed trends, yet greater love grows through it all.”
― Matthew Edward Hall, San Mateo: Proof of The Divine