8 Quotes by Sierra DeMulder

the person who did this to you is broken. Not you.The person who did this to you is out there,choking on the glass of his chest.It is a windshieldand his heartbeat is a baseball bat:regret this, regret this.Nothing was stolen from you.Your body is not a hand-me-down.There is nothing that sits inside you holding your worth,no locket that can be seen or touched,fucked from your stomach to be left on concrete.

I’ve hoarded your name in my mouth for months. My throat is a beehive pitched in the river. Look! Look how long this love can hold its breath.

Your body is the house you grew up in. How dare you try to burn it to the ground.

Your body is not a temple. Your body is the house you grew up in. How dare you try to burn it to the ground. You are bigger than this. You are bigger than this.

My body is a dead language and you pronounce each word perfectly.

So here’s to our blistered feet. Here’s to my whimpering knees, your weary shoulders. Here is the foreclosure of my shame and here is our brokenness. Look at us being so damn human: yes, it happened, yes, it was not our most graceful unfolding, and yes, we were both so present the whole time.

Look at us being so damn human.

Change, it moves like a bullet and you already pulled the trigger.