a skinned rabbit
“He strips me away to my last nakedness, that underskin of mauve, pearlized satin, like a skinned rabbit; then dresses me again in an embrace so lucid and encompasing that it might be made of water. And shakes over me dead leaves as into the stream I have become.”
— Angela Carter, from “The Erl King” in The Bloody Chamber (Gollancz, 1979)
(Source: venusmilk, via an-itinerant-poet)
"In water, like in books—you can leave your life."
Lidia Yuknavitch, The Chronology of Water (via mirroir)
(Source: awritersruminations, via hypocrite-lecteur)
