Do I look as good as I remember, Looking back at you from over my shoulder, smug as the devil?
STEPHANIE BRIARAs if flesh and skin and hands are any match for bullets. As if bones won’t crack in hails of powder and lead. As if rivers of blood are not the direct result of trigger fingers that bend but do not break on “bad days”.
More Stephanie Briar Quotes
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Light finds you just as I once did: an accident that is no accident.
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In my dreams we got past the parking lot; you took me past the old, oak door, led me up onto the vacant altar, and offered me to every god whose name you invoked as you worshipped my body.
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The stars are where we came from. They orchestrated our return to the place we can always come home: our ancient, timeless love.
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Standing in your power scares a lot of people. You become something formidable, intimating, and aspirational all at once.
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The glint of mischief in your eyes is the flint in my matchstick. Striking; always this close to igniting.
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I would throw down roots with you if I ever had the chance. We’d grow strong in tender shoots, and bloom in burning hands.
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You’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because of it.
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“Ashes”, we once thought, but the embers in our eyes might have bought us time.
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It quietly stops my breath to realize that my greatest grand gesture, my last, best act of love was to let you go.
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Emotion = Energy in motion.
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I am a phoenix living in a culture of vultures.
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The search for external sources is nothing compared to internal forces.
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When I was a child, I used to fear monsters under the bed. I have since learned that most monsters are found within. And they are always worth fighting.
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I fall headlong into everything that lights me on fire. I know not of restraint. I was born to burn.
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Love me until oblivion paints your portraits on my eyelids, sinking by eons into distance that never separates us.
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