reading Crush, by Richard Siken is like being punched in the face, in the gut, in the lungs, repeatedly. And still never wanting it to stop.
And then curling into a corner because words.
They’re the best kind of bruises.
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afinedeadsound said:
I love Crush. I discovered it a few years ago and it was extremely moving for me at the time. It’s actually the origin of the title of my tumblr.
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sea-change said:
yes.
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