Favorite film: the strip of black after it's over.

shouldn't a god have blood to lose

remember / they love their blood / even as they retch / at the smell of it

it's too late to stop smiling.

i'm the beastrattling the cage, asking for slaughter.

Kingdom carved. At the end of the line, we made our own place.

My lord, my darling, my darkening sky.

Somewhere, she is a cell remembering itselfsuddenly, late at night.

thank you, thank you for havingme, please have me please, have me, again.