There is a rustle of dead leaves. Dried sap,.... : Quote by Karen Russell

“ There is a rustle of dead leaves. Dried sap, a branch crack, the whirring teeth of Mr. Omaru's saw. My father--my real father--is a limb that got axed off the family tree a long time ago now. My mother coughs and cleans phantom juices off her silver with a cloth doily. My sisters clench their knives. ”

Karen Russell
  • From : St. Lucy's Home for Girls Raised by Wolves
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