A small catalogue of things I’ve lost: my heart down a sink drain. My voice in the dungeon of language. My body to the great gripping fists of men.

Alicia Catt, from ‘When I Put Bluebeard’s Keys in My Pocket They Stain My Dress & I Hope You Don’t Notice’, published in Toad (via soracities)
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