Rajashri Saphia Singh

I had to invent exceptional circumstances where we found ourselves alone, or at least isolated in the midst of the others, face-to-face, and then, after much agony, I had the exquisite surprise of finding his arms around me. #IWhoHaveNeverKnownMen #JacquelineHarpman

I told myself that I’d abandoned her because I was frigid, as I had been all my life, as I shall be when I die, and so I was unable to hug her warmly, and that my heart was frozen, unfeeling, and that I hadn’t realised that I was desperate. #IWhoHaveNeverKnownMen #JacquelineHarpman

How much of our humanity is intrinsic? How much remains, when all else is stripped away? #IWhoHaveNeverKnownMen #JacquelineHarpman

What could be more human than want and desire: the machinations of your body kicking in? (And what a strange thing we are forced to admit desire is, when seen at this distance.) #IWhoHaveNeverKnownMen #JacquelineHarpman

Since human beings are experts in wishful thinking and obscuring the truth. #TheBodyKeepsTheScore #BesselvanderKolk

I have to go. I am missed. /
You have lessened my worries. We’ll meet again. #Radiance #GraceDraven

He couldn’t find her. #OurShareOfNight #MarianaEnriquez

Use the voice between your spine and your stomach, tell them to go and they’ll leave. #OurShareOfNight #MarianaEnriquez

Her lips sewn shut by someone who wanted to keep them definitively apart. #OurShareOfNight #MarianaEnriquez

With a discipline that was strange for his age. #OurShareOfNight #MarianaEnriquez

An inherited condemnation. He tried to feign calm. #OurShareOfNight #MarianaEnriquez

How many things did he not know how to do for himself? How many had he forgotten, how many had he never learned because she always did them? #OurShareOfNight #MarianaEnriquez

And all those small acts built up until they became a long and exhausting chain of footprints to erase, eyes to shut, memories to make disappear. #OurShareOfNight #MarianaEnriquez

I believe we lose immortality because we have not conquered our opposition to death; we keep insisting on the primary, rudimentary idea: that the whole body should be kept alive. We should seek to preserve only the part that has to do with consciousness. #TheInventionOfMorel #AdolfoBioyCasares

But this is different. It does not feel like being bound so much as linked. #BuryOurBonesInTheMidnightSoil #VESchwab

She feels exposed. Not undressed, but unraveled, shot through as well as seen. #BuryOurBonesInTheMidnightSoil #VESchwab

We are watered by life, and with its bounty, our roots grow deep, our blooms unmarred by age. In fact, for us, time fortifies, renders us more noble. We are no monster, no mean thing. We are nature’s finest flower. #BuryOurBonesInTheMidnightSoil #VESchwab

Bury my bones in the midnight soil, plant them shallow and water them deep. And in my place will grow a feral rose. Soft red petals hiding sharp white teeth. #BuryOurBonesInTheMidnightSoil #VESchwab

And she wonders how long they have been together, to fit like that, wearing space into each other’s bodies. #BuryOurBonesInTheMidnightSoil #VESchwab

And no matter how much life she drinks, it does not seem to touch that other thirst, that want for company, and— #BuryOurBonesInTheMidnightSoil #VESchwab

She is a flame in the dark, and the night is full of moths. #BuryOurBonesInTheMidnightSoil #VESchwab

He looks at her, through her, as if she is a common thing. As if he did not worship at her feet the day they met. As if she did not make him bow with want. /
I was meant for more than this, she wants to say. #BuryOurBonesInTheMidnightSoil #VESchwab

It is uncanny, how little Sabine changes, and how much. #BuryOurBonesInTheMidnightSoil #VESchwab

To her startling beauty and her cool touch, to the heat it stirs beneath her skin, even to the strange way the world tips when she is near. To her own freedom, the loosening of her restraints, when she is in the woman’s company. #BuryOurBonesInTheMidnightSoil #VESchwab

She hears him rise, his weight crossing toward her, and for the first time she feels her boldness slip, tells herself it’s just the strange nature of the day, which began in one place and is ending in another. #BuryOurBonesInTheMidnightSoil #VESchwab

Knows that she should blush, demure, but only stares, as if bemused by his presence. This stranger, who is not a stranger now.
Husband.
Wife.
Words that hardly fit, especially here, in this odd state of in-between, one game ended and another not yet started. #BuryOurBonesInTheMidnightSoil #VESchwab

Skin so velvet, petal soft, and warm where it fits against hers, and her whole body hums because still they are not close enough. #BuryOurBonesInTheMidnightSoil #VESchwab

A silver dress pooling like a mirror at her feet, streetlight streaming through the window, painting lines across skin. #BuryOurBonesInTheMidnightSoil #VESchwab

Well? /
She asks, lips twitching in a teasing way, as if the question is mere courtesy, as if she already knows how this will go. #BuryOurBonesInTheMidnightSoil #VESchwab

Like she doesn’t need a reason more than wanting to, and now there is a rope between their bodies, their fingers like a knot. #BuryOurBonesInTheMidnightSoil #VESchwab