You are quarter ghost on your mother’s side. Your heart is…
““You are quarter ghost on your mother’s side. Your heart is a flayed peach in a bone box. Your hair comes away in clumps like cheap fabric wet. A reflecting pool gathers around your altar of plywood sub flooring and split wooden slats. You are rag doll prone. You are contort, angle and arc. Here you rot. Here you are a greening abdomen, slipping skin, flesh fly, carrion beetles. This is where bullets take shelter, where scythes find their function, breath loses its place on the page. This is where the page is torn out of every book before chapter’s close, this is slippage, this is a shroud of neglect pulled over the body, this is your chance to escape. Little wraith, bend light around your skin until it colors you clear, disappear like silica in a kiln, become glass and glass beads, become the staggered whir of an exhaust fan: something only noticed when gone. Become an origami swan. Fold yourself smaller than ever before. Become less. More in some ways but less in the way a famine is less. They will forgive you for not being satisfied with fitting in their hands. They will forgive you for dying to be a bird diminutive enough to fit in a mouth and not be crushed.””
About This Quote
This interpretation was drafted with AI assistance. It is one reading of the quote, not the author's own explanation.
A visceral depiction of feeling trapped, dehumanized, and yearning for transformation into something fragile yet resilient.
In simple terms: Feeling trapped and wanting change.
Seek ways to reclaim agency.
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Mood
Type
When to use this quote
- artistic expression
- therapy
- creative writing
- personal introspection
Key Concepts
Questions to Reflect On
- How does feeling dehumanized affect your choices?
- What small steps can you take toward personal transformation?
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