You have taken a piece of me. My body tastes sweet like bread and my blood tastes like wine intoxicating you by my love. If you despise me the bread turns putrid and stale and the wine turns to water.
Lies have truthlessness in them and that truthlessness has ruthlessness in it.
What is one mans truth is other mans falsehood, what is food for one is…
The intimate bonding that happens between the mother and child is when she holds her…