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“On the porch were the still-smoking remains of long-stemmed roses, evidence that someone angry and passive-aggressive didn't know Peter was out of town.”
― Theric Jepson, Byuck

“The truth is that I am a mean, tired, furious bunny - a little supplicant turned apostate and unbeliever - and I'm not hiding because I am scared. I'm running from him because if he catches me I will kill him.
I will scratch out his eyes while reciting passages from the Egyptian Book of the Dead, I will hum Latin hyms while I bite his heart out. I don't care what kind of god he is, he is a dead god to me, and I will build a temple to bitterness out of his bones. He will be my burnt offering and I will send that smoke all the way to heaven. I will char the world with the pride he stole from me.”
― Sierra Simone, Supplicant