I will not bury the small body which
cracked open to create me. I
will drag her rotting limbs through
the streets. Look at her face:
her butchered lips and thick
glass eyes, the maggots seething
furiously inside her belly. Here. This,
the girl I became after their hands.
Some corpses are not meant to
become skeletons in closets.
Look at her face: doesn’t it echo
of mine?
I love you so, so much; you mean the world to me and I desperately wish I could hold you
What people think it means when we say “Language is evolving”: This pejorative term isn’t bad anymore because it’s funny to me and I say so.
What it actually means when we say “Language is evolving”: English has developed a specific verb for tricking people into listening to Rick Astley’s “Never Gonna Give You Up”
