I like my thingshurried and haunted. Night teadarktime. Sacred geometry, secret geometrypetal-flame whisper: I am here, and you aren't. - Virginia Petrucci
My mind: a thousand hungry daughters,my harlot heritage.Marbles: lost, no rescue search.Your heart: blooming thorns,and a stolen grocery cart. - Virginia Petrucci
You crawled inside myribs to die. Giant becomes squirrelbecomes a dirt-wet girlfeverishly alive. - Virginia Petrucci
You were, arecactus tourism. meeting you: granularfractals borrowed from oceans. - Virginia Petrucci
It's my choice to be beautiful. It's my choice to be ugly. And it's my choice to decided what those words actually mean. - Virginia Petrucci
Cut lose your ties with expectation. Your dreams are charlatans, your memories, stalemating quarks. Listen only to the pull of your atoms and follow the discordant hum of your personal entropy. - Virginia Petrucci
Here's to adrenaline. Here's to dramatic abandon of protocol. Here's to treasured pain and purple rain. Here's to chasing our souls, burning across to sky. Here's to drinking the ash as it falls, and not asking why. - Virginia Petrucci
Numbered are the daysof hunger stricken straysa woman's curving tastea paper police state. - Virginia Petrucci
If only youcould see me as the Devil does: palatable & raw; chasing a chance blue moon - Virginia Petrucci