If Twilight was written better and for a more mature audience and, of course, if Bella was a witch. This is what you would get. ... I want to preface this by saying that I literally had to force myself not to write this review immediately after completing Discovery of Witches. Not entirely because I liked [...]
TROPES IN YA FICTION THAT DO NOT BUTTER MY CROISSANT
we don’t let our lips pull apart.
there's an acknowledgement, i guess, in the silence. we don't let our lips pull apart. just a moment, filled with the heaving of our breaths. i don't really feel guilty in taking what i want. you broke me, now: you're the one crawling on your knees, begging for my hands my lips my heat [...]
what are we?
what are we? fighters with no one to fight, wars that aren't our own. working ourselves to the bone the neverending story, on repeat. will it ever change? sometimes i sit small, curl myself up, contemplating the earth that i won't witness. to busy being dead. think about it. our lives are so [...]
SAVE THE DATE BY MORGAN MATSON REVIEW: Reading Tour AU
fragment #2: do i even exist?
i feel the world - dizzying at times, an illusion. i stand on the precipice unknowing of my place. do i even exist?
fragment #1: evacuation in ward c
she lived in her own mind, it was where she felt safest. no one could take her thoughts away - they held her power, her truth. they could (they have) take away her humanity, her rights; use her body for their gain. but this, here, was hers. she's readying the fire to throw the flames. [...]
when we forget, for a moment, how to love.
sometimes i think we won't make it. that's my biggest fear - that we will accidentally, intentionally hurt each other in the worst way possible. there would be no going back from that. when doors are slammed, voices raised, words breaking, jaws clenching. when we forget, for a moment, how to love. instead - we [...]
let it die when she does.
will i learn to resent you? i'm beginning to see parts of her in you. her legacy will remain that of a despotic regime. a hatred-filled reign of manipulation and domination. i fear that your hand holding mine will turn to steel, unforgiving shackles to tame; control to maintain. is this our heritage? [...]
our blood stains these cathedral walls
it's wanting to punch your fist through a wall. it's an open wound, bleeding - unbearable. contracting and retracting; my womb is shedding itself. a riotous force, armies in battle: stab, stab, stabbing. an almighty force, it symbolises my sexual maturity my monetary value in our society - i become property. [...]