3 Quotes by J. Bradley

I wanted to write ‘stay’ on your sides, surround your bed with oceans of salt. I hope he folds you into a fox, loves you like a splintered arrow, brandishes the kill of your lips. May the bouquet of your hips wither. May the wolves forget your name.

I wanted to write “stay”on your sides, surroundyour bed with oceansof salt.I hope he folds youinto a fox, loves youlike a splintered arrow,brandishes the killof your lips.May the bouquetof your hips wither.May the wolvesforget your name.

I wanted to write “stay”on your sides, surroundyour bed with oceansof salt. I hope he folds youinto a fox, loves youlike a splintered arrow,brandishes the killof your lips. May the bouquetof your hips wither.May the wolvesforget your name.