“He will lift up the limp bodies of the rabbits and show me how he caught them square between the eyes, and the bright bodies of male and female pheasants with shot in the breast and their necks hanging broken and their eyes half open in the voluptuous death he loves. He will be a knife leaning above me as he kisses me.” DangerKissHeterosexualityKnifeAnimal Death Book:Harvest Source: Harvest
“I want you to grab a rag, a sponge, the corner of your shirt― anything you can find—to sop up the liquid—so much of it you can’t tell what’s what—be it mucus or bile or vomit or blood― as if every water has been brought up for this giving-in, as if his body is already a river and rushing away.” DeathAnimalGriefMourningAnimalsAnimal Death Book:To Those Who Were Our First Gods Source: To Those Who Were Our First Gods