“She belongs to me, yes, like a body belongs to its blood. I will spill from her and she will be better without me, lighter, so light she will return to the sky where she was born, an airplane, a skyfish, a rain of spades, digging to uproot me.” BodyRomanceBloodIdentityBelongingImagerySapphicLesbian RomanceSapphic Romance Book:Bone House Source: Bone House