Danielle Montgomery Quotes

I wish the voices would pour from every orifice. Bleed from my bones and drain me of this illness.

She was a siren, mythical and mystical but somehow still real.

I grab my skin, soft like play dough, and wish my nails could cut like scissors.

Every freckle, mole, dimple, and scar, shine bright in my body’s constellation of stars.

Twinkle in her eyes and a thousand laughter lines; signs of life done right.

Sticks and stones break bones but words ferment like poison. A slow, painful death.