Dec 2, 2015
Like our bodies are made from gravel, we seem to be too hard on the teeth. We seem to chip away at those who try to swallow us. Call it a learned survival technique, call it, ‘we made our bodies dangerous so hungry things would have no choice but to stay away’ : we are no longer soft enough to stay, tiny and inconvenient, between their canines and the knots they call hands. We have begun to learn what it is to unravel, a tangle of stone.
“girl: in this place, we do not stay quiet.” by Emma Bleker (via stolenwine)
