Quotes by : Beth Morey

absencelooks like a lake bed flooded with skysounds like cotton howlingtastes like tear-stained pillowssmells....

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

do you dare to step in-to the vulnerable black, stripped to the soul with human blindness – when the....

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

we have forgotten how to press our fingers to the tilting planet's jugular and measure her pulse. we....

we have forgotten what night tastes like, salted by full moon silver rupturingthe dark. we have forgotten....

I stand in my own power now, the questions of permission that I used to choke on for my every meal now....

I hear talk of that slippery slope, and my heart catches for a beat. But there is the musky truth I'm....

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

you saywe were nevermeant for this vowed life,golden bands of only us, and deathdo us part. you say love....