No one ever remembered a nice day. But no one ever forget the feel of paralyzed fish, the thud of walnut-sized hail against a horse’s flank, or the way a superheated wind could turn your eyes to burlap.
Body can’t contain the inside hurricane. (Corps ne peut contenir – L’ouragan intérieur)
Even when she slept, she tossed and turned and squirmed, like she was secretly a hurricane forced into a girl-body and told to exist as best she could among people who had no idea what it meant to secretly be a weather pattern.
There’s a lesson in every silence.
I’m going to destroy you, little man!” Sourcefield yelled after me. “I’ll rip you apart like a piece of tissue paper in a hurricane!”
“Wow,” I said, reaching an intersection and taking cover by an old mailbox.
“What?” Tia asked.
“That was a really good metaphor.
I’m a wanderess
I’m a one night stand
Don’t belong to no city
Don’t belong to no man
(Note: These lyrics were inspired by Roman Payne’s quote from his novel “The Wanderess”.)
You can make a day of any size.
..if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a