“A single slim trunkBranches that bow in a stormGreen, leathery leaves with a soft centreGlittering against blue skyWhite bark scarred, bleedingHeart wide-openBandaged, but upright she stands... (225)”
“I like my women soft and round. His blue gaze burned into hers. I don't lie, Becca. I love your body, every single curve, every dimple, every scar.”
“we that were wood when that wide wood was in a physical Universe playing with words bark be my limbs my hair be leaf Bride be my bow my lyre my quiver ”
“Be like the single blade of grass. For she too, has been trampled on, mowed down, and hit with such bitterly cold stretches that she had to shut down to survive. Yet still she stands upright with dignity, knowing that she endures, and still she dances with the wind.”
“He scarred her arm...but she did not care because she loved him and she knew that love leaves a wound that leaves a scar.”
“She stood slim and proud as some medieval witch princess against dawn.”