I shall possess this woman; I shall steal her from the husband who profanes her: I will even dare ravish her from the God whom she adores. What delight, to be in turns the object and the victor of her remorse! Far be it from me to destroy the prejudices which sway her mind! They will add to my happiness and my triumph. Let her believe in virtue, and sacrifice it to me; let the idea of falling terrify her, without preventing her fall; and may she, shaken by a thousand terrors, forget them, vanquish them only in my arms.

it is centered around those who had the power to define it.

the other said,
“love is cursed by monogamy.”

“You don’t remember being me, do
You?”
………………………………………………………..
“you were a very long time ago.”

so i don’t blame you
if you want to
bury me in your memory
i’m not the girl
i ought to be

Truth was, I hated that he still felt guilty. It wasn’t charitable but apologies didn’t exonerate the sinner, only compelled graciousness from its recipient. The words, each time they came, so repetitive that I could tune a clock to their angst, sawed through me. You can’t move forward when someone keeps dragging you back. I trapped the tip of my tongue between my teeth, bit down, and exhaled through the sting.

“Because it gets lonely down in the dirt,” Phillip continued, while I held my tongue to the steeple of my mouth. “Why do you think there are so many stories of ghosts trying to get people to kill themselves? Because they miss having someone there, someone warm. It doesn’t matter how many corpses are lying in the soil with them. It’s not the same. The dead miss the sun. It’s dark down there.”

Like women, I thought. Like being a star, being loved, being hungered for. He excelled at inciting want, particularly the kind that tottered on the border of worship. Small wonder he was so inept at compassion sometimes. Every religion is a one-way relationship.

A girl in her bridal whites, jaw sharp as a promise. Her kisses close-lipped, without tongue or heat. Like a benediction or a prayer or an ending.

You know how poets say sometimes that it feels like the whole world is listening?

half-blind as I followed my Dantes into damnation.

“If I were one that had a heart that would cast you aside and turn to someone else, then waves would rise above the pines of Seunomatsu Mountain.”
“What the fu-

sat and laughed like someone’d told her the joke that killed God.

We could be dead.
You’d think it’d be harder. But if you’re desperate enough, you can shovel under the gum with your nails, digging out sickle-moons of bleeding pink flesh until the bicuspid loosens, pre-slickened with blood, and you can anchor a grip around the root and pull. At least we’d kept him from cutting out his heart. At least there was that. Faiz had fucked his own hand raw, trying to eke out a little bit of spunk to drip into the floorboards. But it could have been worse.
“If you were my friend, you’d let me die—”

“Help me.” His face was whiter than paint.
“Don’t,” Lin hissed into my ear. I couldn’t tell what he meant, if what he was saying was don’t engage, or don’t try because we are in act three and barreling down to the end, or don’t look. Don’t let this be the thing you remember about Phillip, golden boy, dead boy, organs slopping out of his side.