Soft Split Quotes

“Sometimes late at night, when everyone has left the office besides Carmen, the tiny clean lady, I make up stories as I look outside the window. Dream states. The real with the unreal. Floors filled with sex & secrets. Below me a city & asphalt sparkle.”
― Szilvia Molnar, Soft Split

“I am in a soft split with my filthy urges fleeing the sight of me.”
― Szilvia Molnar, Soft Split

“I almost start crying, thinking that no girl can be weightless, flawless, less of themselves. With or without pink. With or without the insides of marriage. The monkey girl & my tears & the pink suitcase slow me down until forever comes.”
― Szilvia Molnar, Soft Split

“Let’s find a room where I can take you in front of the mirror, he says. He say’s I’ll drive & you’ll watch the road for us. I start to believe in an us. Like in the sweet & simple old days when he would look up every time I entered the room.”
― Szilvia Molnar, Soft Split

“This time in bed, I’m thinking back on moments that made me love so much that I wanted to crown him my husband. One was the first time I saw his profile. How badly I wanted the line wrapping his face to be in between my legs. Seeing it each time made me want to howl at the moon. It spoke to me the way smells speak to us, instantly & completely.”
― Szilvia Molnar, Soft Split

“He tells me that he gets excited seeing me naked but that soon he wants me dressed again so I can undress in front of him all over again & this circle of sweet madness makes me giggle & that makes him giggle and soon we’re a couple of Beavis & Buttheads, best friends about to enter each other and I’m not stoned but I am high.”
― Szilvia Molnar, Soft Split

“The pearly liquid lands in a couple of puddles, some of it slides into my belly button. He is so happy that he signs his name in longhand semen on my stomach. I tell myself what is a man if not a boy.”
― Szilvia Molnar, Soft Split

“I go to open my window as if I’m expecting to find some answers. A 23rd floor wind blows in. It wakes me up. While I’m looking out of the window, my husband enters as if he has been outside all this time. He crawls in like a six-legged bug looking for shelter from the wind. He is so beautiful & so dark at the same time, like he is offering me love & pain on the same tray.”
― Szilvia Molnar, Soft Split