He said "I don't like hips like that" he wanted a wispy woman to not take up space and die in childbirth; He said "God you're so sensitive" and he finished with a sweet object, not my name; he wanted a woman that spouted his words, that hated her gender and herself as much as he did; I said "You don't listen to what I say" and he told me he couldn't when he was upset; he wanted a woman he could rage and rage around like a hurricane and she would be the eye, still and silent and silent -seaxfire
. The Dead Anon Poets Society .















