Beth Morey quotes:

we have forgotten what night tastes like, salted by full moon silver rupturingthe dark. we have forgotten how the skin sings when the lunar fervor unfurls across its follicles.

we have forgotten how to press our fingers to the tilting planet's jugular and measure her pulse. we have forgotten symbiosis, that she is our mother.we have forgotten that when we rape our world we rape ourselves.

you saywe were nevermeant for this vowed life,golden bands of only us, and deathdo us part. you say love like it's held in quotation marks,that this union soured before it started.

God,is there no faith left?He has not told. I would not know Him if I saw Him.

I am at the gates of my own destruction.(Or so I'm told.)

absencelooks like a lake bed flooded with skysounds like cotton howlingtastes like tear-stained pillowssmells like churning bile and burnt hairfeels like screaming agony, my heart dying and dying

we have forgotten that we were bornof celestial cataclysm.we have forgotten how to dancebare-footed on the earth to the cadenceof our souls. we have forgotten the ritualfires and the acrid tang of holy smokeon our tongues.

i feel the spring breeze rufflingthe new-hatched damp of my unfurlingfeathers; i see with eyes bleary from egg-darkthe shell clinging sticky to my screamingbeak.

the mind is a treasuretrove, an almanac, a tomb.

she prays to feel as powerful as she might if God sang silentwords into her ear and answeredall the rattling questions now