I'm never going to ask you to unclench your fists or clean up your words or hold in a scream or change the shade of your dark.I'm just not.

Time will sweep us away, but our words will remain long after we settle into the dark.

I want to write a dark thing that glows like the heart of a supernova, savaging the cosmos around it.

If you only love her in the dark you'll never get to watch her bloom.