21 Quotes by Miriam Joy

Her eyes are like bruises, as though 2am punches her in the face every time they meet amid the faded glow of alarm-clock hands and the crumpled sheets of a sleepless night.

They are black heart’s blood on white pure lips;Oscillation of lines formed of your images;Emotion pinned in place by the words you use:Shattered into paper, glass on wood – and blood.Blood ink in the pen of a heart that cannot speak,Bound to another by these words I begged from you.Now held like shallow treasure in my hands.Hide this knot of indecision, in my eyes, my lips.

I want to feel them against my bare skin. I want their colourful touch to burn itself into my bodyand set my blood on fire with chemicals and fury, to drag me from a place of retreat and smothered tears into destruction and gloriously bright fire falling.