“So I shall practice sorrow in my love, stand in thin sun from old windows and grieve: inevitability of the grave, monotony of death, partitioned lives.” — Grace Butcher Copy Share Image
“my brain is many colors, vague, like massed flowers: total spectrum of petals beginning with black. I wear my costume inside like blood and… — Grace Butcher Copy Share Image
“When the heart stops oozing blood & the outpouring is clear as water (so to speak) then you know you've turned the corner &… — Grace Butcher Copy Share Image
“DECISION NOT TO COMMIT SUICIDE I can no longer ignore the silver death of dandelions: more beautiful than any dying I could do. Brown… — Grace Butcher Copy Share Image
“So we shall wonder little, blink our eyes at repetitions of the sun and moon; a briefer death than death i take for mine,… — Grace Butcher Copy Share Image
“An ominous curiousity writhes: rumors of ecstasy haunt me like rumors of death” — Grace Butcher Copy Share Image
“So I shall practice sorrow in my love, stand in thin sun from old windows and grieve: inevitability of the grave, monotony of death,… — Grace Butcher Copy Share Image
