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)















