Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry For A Dark Night Of The Soul Quotes

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.

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

I wonder what freezesthe flurry of hurt on her cold-flushed cheeks, if his touch isa salve or the shattering.

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

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

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.

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