2 Quotes by Polly Hall

Even in my dreams I would steal the wings from birds and try to fly, orgrow the lithe legs of a hare so I could race across a moonlit field. Mostlymy dreams consisted of sinking into the wet-black below my feet, right upto my neck, and I’d wake just before my head was covered in darkness.

You are a wonderful, complex, f*cked-up mess,” you once said to me. Sometimes when you passed these judgements I would flinch, as if the words were darts or sharp tools piercing my skin.