"I want to stop running away from everything.
I want to find something to run toward."
"I have had to experience so much stupidity, so many vices, so much error, so much nausea, disillusionment and sorrow, just in order to become a child again and begin anew. I had to experience despair, I had to sink to the greatest mental depths, to thoughts of suicide, in order to experience grace."
"When all by myself, I can think of all kinds of clever remarks, quick comebacks to what no one said, and flashes of witty sociability with nobody. But all of this vanishes when I face someone in the flesh: I lose my intelligence, I can no longer speak, and after half an hour I just feel tired. Talking to people makes me feel like sleeping. Only my ghostly and imaginary friends, only the conversations I have in my dreams, are genuinely real and substantial…."
"Chloe hated puberty.
Ever since her body started changing,
everyone looks at her like a meal to be devoured.
She is not allowed to play football anymore.
Her clothes fit differently now. Her body demands to be seen.
Her hips are an ever expanding universe. Her chest
a mountain range men wanted to claim as their own.
Two weeks ago she looked down and saw blood
slowly booming and ruining her white skirt.
And her heart, her heart
wild like untamed horses stampeding
through her veins.
Chloe hated this new body.
How it changed without her permission,
bled, softened, rid her
of her own innocence.
And just when it couldn’t get any worse…
The Zombie Apocolypse happened.
Suddenly there was chaos! Riots in the street!
People were looting. Evacuations were ordered in every major city.
The President ate the first lady’s face on national television!
And ever since that dude attacked her
in a Blockbuster video, Chloe doesn’t feel shit.
Her body doesn’t change for anyone.
Sure, she may lose an eye, or an arm,
but it’s all in her relentless quest for brains.
Now, instead of chasing down Jason Prestin
To accidentally “Bump into him” on the way to his locker,
Chloe eats brains.
Instead of shrinking her body away from the grown men
Who look at her like a cherry they can’t wait to eat up
Chloe eats brains.
Her body is green and ambered over and her heart
Is resting in the stomach of whoever tore it from her chest
Between the science fiction aisle and the comedy aisle.
Now, Chloe is not afraid, Chloe is in control.
You do not devour Chloe. Chloe devours you."