When a girl comes of age, she erupts in dark magic. She becomes dangerous. Listen to your father, child. Fear is obscene. Despair is fatal. Hold it in. Hold it all in. Turn your ice curse inside out. Bury its frozen chrysalis below your belly button. But what if I can’t hold it in? What if I explode? What if they all find out? Then you will become a woman and you will know too much.
– from “the body looks like a horizon” in the tiny journal