“Love between girls, they say, is soft. with our soft hands and voices and bodies that yield. I think…”

“Love between girls, they say, is soft. with our soft hands and voices and bodies that yield. I think maybe they have never loved a girl, known a girl. How else can they say such lies. The heart of a girl beats dark. Our blood is deep. The world cuts at us, little by little. From a young age we learn to bleed. We grow up warriors and witches. We are full of wildness and yearning. You are the lightning that splits me open. My love has teeth. I will ripen my heart for you, grow it full on the vine of my bones. Tangle your thorns with mine. I want you to bury your bad ideas in the rich soil of my flesh. They do not know the things that I want. My mother says it will rot my soul. She doesn’t even know. You will rot my soul like candy, ferment my blood like wine. Maybe I want it. Maybe I’ll like it. Maybe I want you to make me like it. Hold me closer.”

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