Safia Elhillo, from Girls That Never Die: Poems
per noctem in nihilo vehi : to vanish by night into nothing.
Anne Carson, Dictionary Excerpts in Nox
[cheerfully] i've been in self-made hells worse than this
" would you believe me if i said wrong place, wrong time ? "
the sorceress studied him carefully, her gaze sweeping over the pristine cut of his coat, the polished cufflinks, the effortless poise of someone who had never wanted for anything. his words were smooth, his demeanor composed — but there was something just a little too measured about it.
she let out a slow breath, eyebrows lifted as she regarded him with quiet scrutiny ❝ would you believe me if I said I didn't believe in coincidences? ❞
her voice was steady, laced with the unmistakable lilt of her sicilian accent and edged with quiet sᴜsᴘɪᴄɪᴏɴ — and yet ᴄᴜʀɪᴏsɪᴛʏ flickered beneath it. men like him didn’t end up in the wrong place at the wrong time — unless they meant to be there.
You break the rules and become a hero. I do it, and I become the enemy.
That doesn’t seem fair.
Byzantine silver cross pendant, 10-11th century.
❛ it looks worse than it feels. ❜
emilia’s gaze flicked to the figure standing before her, taking in the blood staining her sleeve and the fresh cut along her jaw. strangers though they were, there was something familiar in the way she held herself — shoulders squared, chin lifted, as if daring the world to see her pain.
❝ it looks worse than it feels. ❞
the girl’s voice was even — almost dismissive — but emilia didn’t miss the way her fingers trembled slightly at her side. the witch narrowed her eyes, hesitating for a moment before stepping closer. ❝ maybe. but you’re still bleeding. ᴸᴱᵀ ᴹᴱ ᴴᴱᴸᴾ. ❞
“mouth, open like an angel in a cathedral.”
— Luce Irigaray, Elemental Passions.