“I quickly imagined that I could reach my hand into my chest, yank out that awful feeling, place it on an invisibl ecloud of air right in front of me, then push it away. Push it away”
“Something in me, in my bruised heart, wakes up, and even though I'm terrified, I don't push the feeling away.”
“I stretch my fingers across my belly and glide my hand back and forth, waving softly. Sometimes I think I feel a hand reaching out for mine. Or it could be a foot, kicking my hand away. I wish I could tell the difference.”
“Even if he was a thief, he was my thief. I could not push him away anymore.”
“And Lord did I push, for thee more hoursI pushed, I pushed so hard I shat, Pushed so hard blood vessels burstin my neck and in my chest, pushed so hard my asshole turned inside-out like a rosebud.”
“I could feel the tears beginning to collect in my throat again, but I pushed them apart, away from each other. Tears are only a threat in groups.”