“My secret is cool and mysterious like a jagged scar across my chest, and not dull and heavy like I gave up church buy not the angst.”
“Everybody's got their secrets; I carry mine like a jagged stone in my shoe.”
“It was almost like fear, in the way it filled me, rising in my chest. It was almost like tears, in how swiftly it came. But it was neither of those, buoyant where they were heavy, bright were they dull.”
“The hole in my heart matches the key I gave her, and I’d like it back, along with the key to my hope chest.”
“My smoothness is like jagged broken glass...”
“I glance at the exit across the room. I want out. The bird in my chest is crashing up against its cage. I can feel the heavy thump, thump, thump of its feverish body inside and I open my mouth, not to speak, but to let the bird out so I can breathe.”