Hearthstone, Sacred Tree Quotes
Hearthstone, Sacred Tree
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Merlie M. Alunan12 ratings, 4.83 average rating, 2 reviews
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“These boys bent over their food,
intense as harmless cubs feeding,
rapt with every morsel melting
in their mouths—feral rhythm
moves their very breath,
their strong young teeth chomping,
grinding the gristle of meat.
So little it takes to pleasure them—
they eat what they can get,
savoring a fine fillet
with equal fervor as the bits
stuck to a bone or clinging to a plate.
Watching them feed, I seem to see them
under my very eyes growing, bones
lengthening, muscle stretching,
their very skulls
thickening around each one’s own
danger zones of memory.”
― Hearthstone, Sacred Tree
intense as harmless cubs feeding,
rapt with every morsel melting
in their mouths—feral rhythm
moves their very breath,
their strong young teeth chomping,
grinding the gristle of meat.
So little it takes to pleasure them—
they eat what they can get,
savoring a fine fillet
with equal fervor as the bits
stuck to a bone or clinging to a plate.
Watching them feed, I seem to see them
under my very eyes growing, bones
lengthening, muscle stretching,
their very skulls
thickening around each one’s own
danger zones of memory.”
― Hearthstone, Sacred Tree
“We kept a jarful of keys
on a forgotten shelf
in the house.
What doors they opened,
or what they kept forever locked,
before they came by accident
or chance into our little jar,
we never learned.”
― Hearthstone, Sacred Tree
on a forgotten shelf
in the house.
What doors they opened,
or what they kept forever locked,
before they came by accident
or chance into our little jar,
we never learned.”
― Hearthstone, Sacred Tree
“Trapped in a conspiracy
of chance we sit close inside
this sardine can on wheels
horning the gasfume streets
of this dust-tired afternoon.
How your shoulders
strain your shirt; a stray wind cools
your sweat in my skin.
“This heat,” I mutter,
“melts the very bones,”
saying this as I feel
inside me awakening
sweet April, fragrant May
unfolding flower fingers
on her lap.”
― Hearthstone, Sacred Tree
of chance we sit close inside
this sardine can on wheels
horning the gasfume streets
of this dust-tired afternoon.
How your shoulders
strain your shirt; a stray wind cools
your sweat in my skin.
“This heat,” I mutter,
“melts the very bones,”
saying this as I feel
inside me awakening
sweet April, fragrant May
unfolding flower fingers
on her lap.”
― Hearthstone, Sacred Tree
“She battened on a truth
she knew I too must own:
when what’s at stake
is loyalty or love,
hers are the true rights.”
― Hearthstone, Sacred Tree
she knew I too must own:
when what’s at stake
is loyalty or love,
hers are the true rights.”
― Hearthstone, Sacred Tree
