heart like a four-poster bed. heart like a canvas. heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street.
"You loved a man who treated you like absinthe, half poison and half god."
"If you blur your eyes, the streetlights become hundreds of ghosts going home."
Iain Thomas, from I Wrote This For You (Central Avenue Publishing, 2011)
I know I posted another photo of this statute recently, but it’s so lovely that you can’t really blame me for wanting to post another view of it.