A Day Without An Argument Is Like

There Was A House We All Had In Common And It Was Called The Past, Even Though We'd Lived In Different Rooms.

Reading A Book Is Like Re-writing It For Yourself.

A Day Without An Argument Is Like An Egg Without Salt.

His Wedding Gift, Clasped Round My Throat. A Choker Of Rubies, Two Inches Wide, Like An Extraordinarily Precious Slit Throat.

In A World Where Women Are Commodities, A Woman Who Refuses To Sell Herself Will Have The Thing She Refuses To Sell Taken Away From Her By Force