My God, they think I killed them? The Devil couldn’t kill her child, so this is how she makes me pay… for wanting to be human. But maybe they’re right. Maybe there is no Pathway. And this is all a fantasy I’ve created to live with the horrible things I’d done. Wake me from this nightmare. Please. Help me.
When you live in the dark for so long, you begin to love it. And it
loves you back, and isn’t that the point? You think, the face turns to
the shadows, and just as well. It accepts, it heals, it allows.
But it also devours.
Raymond Carver, section 5 of “Late Fragment,” New Path to the Waterfall (The Atlantic Monthly Press, 1989)
We have found each other Thirsty and we have Drunk up all the water and the Blood, We found each other Hungry And we bit each other As fire bites, Leaving wounds in us. But wait for me, Keep for me your sweetness. I will give you too A rose.