“turn to where the kitchen is quiet. There’s no-one to hurt you on plain days like this. I don’t have to sketch on a smile. There is nobody here to recognise but me.”
―
Jane Burn,
Be Feared
“bear a ghost of gloom in the curl of my palm. I am the moonlight’s gash where the sky is torn. I imagine the death I would make in the strange of your arms,”
―
Jane Burn,
Be Feared
“Here are the tendons of my neck. Here is the throb of harm. I am lost as one drop of rain is lost to a storm, here among the gloam owls, their cry of cold psalms.”
―
Jane Burn,
Be Feared
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