Do
not ask me for haunted. Do not ever ask me for haunted, because I will give you
haunted and you will never be the same. I will turn a nursery rhyme room into a
prison of rhythmic sighs. Of mice screaming and clocks that will not stop their
tick-tock, tick-tock. The closed eyes of dolls and animals will not open here,
not even if you try to pry them awake with gentle, pleading fingers. I will
make the record skip; the arm won’t lift from the only song that has ever made
you sad.
- from Breathing Water by T. Greenwood (one of the most beautiful books I have ever read)
image via sho & tell
image via sho & tell
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