You could not keep me fed by throwing me bones and empty promises. I am ashamed to admit how much starving I did before I finally left.
STEPHANIE BRIARYou could not keep me fed by throwing me bones and empty promises. I am ashamed to admit how much starving I did before I finally left.
STEPHANIE BRIARThe glint of mischief in your eyes is the flint in my matchstick. Striking; always this close to igniting.
STEPHANIE BRIARThe stars are where we came from. They orchestrated our return to the place we can always come home: our ancient, timeless love.
STEPHANIE BRIARIn my dreams you conjure me like a spell in the night. Let us haunt one another with uneasy peace, and die burning alive.
STEPHANIE BRIARThe day I made peace with my pain was the day I was born again.
STEPHANIE BRIARDo I look as good as I remember, Looking back at you from over my shoulder, smug as the devil?
STEPHANIE BRIARWhen 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.
STEPHANIE BRIARStanding in your power scares a lot of people. You become something formidable, intimating, and aspirational all at once.
STEPHANIE BRIARSome days, my mind will still be in prison, but I will live in spite of it. I unlearn how to swim; I trade my gills for lungs and wings.
STEPHANIE BRIARThe search for external sources is nothing compared to internal forces.
STEPHANIE BRIARYou are what it feels like to watch the final silvers of sun fall and die into the silver ocean; tangerine sky giving way to moon-glow and starlight.
STEPHANIE BRIARLight finds you just as I once did: an accident that is no accident.
STEPHANIE BRIARHow do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
STEPHANIE BRIARI would throw down roots with you if I ever had the chance. We’d grow strong in tender shoots, and bloom in burning hands.
STEPHANIE BRIAROur memories lurch to a reluctant halt in their funeral march, so I can pour salt over them one last time.
STEPHANIE BRIARYou’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because of it.
STEPHANIE BRIAR