4 Quotes by Jennifer O. Lee

Tonight the moon is sad, full bodied, pregnant with grief.

You spread me under youas if I were silk dining cloth,and you, trembling in an insatiate chalice, the red wineabout to ruin me.

Love and death are similar. In the end, both leave you breathless.

That first night when I was Artemis spread across the damp earth,you were Orion with a hunter’s hand, kneeling above, cerulean eyes pierced with pain,releasing an arrow through still air.Then I dragged you into the hot cave of my mouth, because I am the goddess of wild things.