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The hole left by the moon's tearing-free and monument to her exile;
My swimming cap was really sprouting leaks these days. The thing is, you could patch over the holes, but it would never be the same. Like my love life.
Madox, what is the name of that hollow at the base of a woman's neck? At the front. Here. What is it, does it have an official name? That hollow about the size of an impress of your thumb?"
Madox watches me for a moment through the noon glare.
"Pull yourself together," he mutters.
The bag sprang a leak. The leak had to be patched. The patch sprang a leak. The crew patched the patch. Then the bag sprang another leak. The drilling could not go on.
The shelter of excuses has a leaky roof.
Cracks make caves collapse.
What's the name of the birth defect you have, trampled by a horse during the 2nd trimester?
Cracks especially. You have to be careful of the cracks.. Sometimes they are disguised as something else. A doorway, or a smile or even a winking eye. And if you fall through them, you never know were you will end up.
Voluptuaries, consumed by their senses, always begin by flinging themselves with a great display of frenzy into an abyss. But they survive, they come to the surface again. And they develop a routine of the abyss: It's four o clock. At five I have my abyss ...
my muscles are rigid with the tension of holding myself together. the pain over my heart returns, and from it i imagine tiny fissures spreading out into my body. through my torso, down my arms and legs, over my face, leaving it crisscrossed with cracks.
It's like a condom, Min, holes happen, I said,
A secret freedom opens through a crevice you can barely see.
Avarice, the sphincter of the heart.
I couldn't tell wether the hole that opened up inside me was from missing you or from the change of season
Soul's escaping through this hole that is gaping
all vessels leaked to some degree.
I felt a crack in my defenses - a weak place where truth knifed and twisted and pried for an opening
The two
heart-grey puddles:
two
mouthsfull of silence.
It was a clear, impenetrable hole in the ship: a circular viewport into an alien terrarium where, out past the ghostly reflection of his own face, strange hyperbaric creatures built monstrous artifacts out of sand and coral. Their eyes twinkled like green stars in the gloom.
I needed to plug that hole in my head where the marbles were pouring out.
Only a small crack ... but cracks make caves collapse.
Sympathetic cracks. A term frequently used by architects and surveyors in terms of ageing houses. I know what they mean.
There are high places that don't invite us, sharp shapes, glacier-scraped faces, whole ranges whose given names slip off. Any such relation as we try to make refuses to take ... I'm giddy with thinking where thinking can't stick.
No Names
What is this word that broke through the fence of your teeth, Atreides?
The heel of my white kidskin boot ripped a six-inch gash in the hem of my skirt as I whipped around the corner.
Can you look at this brilliant wound?
If some hole does not possess striking individuality through some gift of nature, it must be given as much as possible artificially, and the artifice must be introduced in so subtle a manner as to make it seem natural.
What is your major malfunction?
That eye ... was like a fuckin hole in the universe
When she wasn't leaking from one end, she was leaking from the other spewing white fluids from her mouth whenever she belched, as if she were auditioning for a remake of The Exorcist.
Affliction, like the iron-smith, shapes as it smites.
Becoming unshakeable through this storm.
That divot is so deep, I will need a sod cutter to fix it.
Rhine. The river that, somewhere out there, has broken free.
The holes in your life are permanent. You have to grow around them, like tree roots around concrete; you mould yourself through the gaps.
Quagmires, remember?
One little leak becomes a lake, Says the tiny voice in my earpiece
A hole is nothing but what remains around it.
Gaps don't/just happen./There is a/generative element/inside them,/a welling motion/
as when cold/waters shoulder/up through/warmer oceans./And where gaps/choose to widen,/coordinates warp,/even in places/constant since/the oldest maps.
crust. It's strange, this story of mine. A tale that starts somewhere in chapter twenty and ends who knows where.
Have an eye to the molasses tierce, Mr. Stubb; it was a little leaky, I thought. If ye touch at the islands, Mr. Flask, beware of fornication.
These holes are our sins. And the waves are God's love, washing away our sins.
This muck heaves and palpitates. It is multi-directional and has a mayor.
I have but one rift in the darkness, that is that I have injured no one save myself by my folly, and that the extent of that folly you will never learn.
Lip. I have a sudden vivid picture of the earth as flat, a tray, covered in marbles, and someone is tilting it, and the marbles are rolling, cascading, from east to west.
I have a heart-shaped hole. Like an empty bird's next, it rests among marigold-hued ruffles above the topmost hook of my corset.
The hole was not left by something removed, but for something anticipated.
A cough so robust that I tapped into two new seams of phlegm.
The explanation, said Mr Glowry, is very satisfactory. The Great Mogul has taken lodgings at Kensington, and the external part of the ear is a cartilaginous funnel.
The natural spillway where the branch and the
The older i got, the taller i got, the more that hole within me stretched until it was gaping throughout my adult life, like a wide eyed jaw-dropping fish on ice ...
peek not through a knothole, lest ye be vexed.
Once more into the breach
Wide gape the gates of yellowed bone. A tongue of plank is our path between the teeth as we walk toward the gullet. Here I will be devoured. This is a true thing, near unavoidable on any path. I must enter those jaws.
The thrush called strangeness into the sunset.
A disaster where marble has been substituted for imagination.
That swirling devil's clot, that black maelstrom of cylindrical majesty. It is a swirling gray spider egg unspooling, filled with rotten teeth. A biblical monster, God's vengeance. Whirring
I look back one more time. It's like a crater, a hole where something happened.
What deep wounds ever closed without a scar?
cheek, the one so disfigured by that
The pain over my heart returns, and from it I imagine tiny fissures spreading out into my body. Through my torso, down my arms and legs, over my face, leaving it crisscrossed with cracks. One good jolt ... and I could shatter into strange razor-sharp shards.
THERE IS A GAS LEAK IN THE BASEMENT OF THE SCHOOL. THERE IS NO NEED TO PANIC. IT IS JUST A GAS LEAK WHICH MAY LEAD TO AN EXPLOSION AT ANY MOMENT. PLEASE ALL GO TO THE OVAL, AS PER THE FIRE DRILLS.
-Charlie on the P.A.
Carquinez Strait
The world snapped open.
The world snapped shut.
Help me....Hellmouth, oh where art thou, hellmouth? Why have you forsaken me in my hour of desperation? Open quick and I'll throw myself in.
The bogholes might be Atlantic seepage.
The wet centre is bottomless.
I consider looseness with words no less of a defect than looseness of the bowels.
I'm leaking brain lubricant.
I cannot be weaned/Off the earth's long contour, her river-veins.
Heck, I don't know what it is. All I know is that my mind fractured like a mirror one day and here I am almost ten years later still cutting myself on the shards.
It was a hairline crack, one might never have noticed, except for the fact it grew wider and wider, until there was a canyon between them. A child's job, ostensibly, was to grow up. So why, when it happened, did a parent feel so disappointed?
the strangest life exists in the cracks
The long horizon, the lunging, clotted sea like a swinging door opening, closing, opening.
When there was a crack in something it only widened if you didn't tend to it. Let it go long enough, a crack became a break, and you had a hell of a mess on your hands.
The brief sound is like a color swallowed by a crack. But what color?
The Edge ... There is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.
Is that a space?
No, it's a hydrant.
My discontent has accumulated over the past months, searching for a leak in the dam I've constructed to separate my true feelings from the situation closing in around me.
Annabeth stumbled and almost slipped on the giant's severed ear. 'We need to get out of here.'
'I'm working on it,' Piper said.
'And, uh, I think this ear is your spoil of war.'
'Gross.'
'Would make a lovely shield.'
'Shut up, Chase.
Holey? You have the the whole world of ear-related humor before you, you go for holey?
I feel there's a funny little hole in me that wasn't there before, like a splinter in your finger, but this is somewhere above my stomach.
A Caske and an ill custome must be broken.
There is a crack in my soul, and I can hear it trembling, quivering, stirring deep inside me.
What happens to the hole when the cheese is gone?
A gap will yawn, achingly, day by day, it will turn into a colossal pit, an abyss without foundation, a gradual invasion of words by margins, blank and insignificant, so that all of us, to a man, will find nothing to say.
...the boy saw faces disinigrate before his eyes, faces that fell to pieces, then disappeared, leaving a hole.
i didn't know why
i split myself open
for other knowing
sewing myself up
hurts this much
afterward
Separated from the cave by an inlet, the waves pounding
The scullery roof had sprung a leak: she put down a bowl to catch the drips, but the rainwater spread and darkened, to make treasure maps and Whistler nocturnes of the walls and ceiling.
Rivers of wrinkles flowing down from the corners of this eyes and mouth.
The material came bubbling up inside like a geyser or an oil gusher. It streamed up of its own accord, down my arm and out of my fountain pen in a torrent of six thousand words a day.
Somewhere at the back of my head I heard a click, tiny and irrevocable. Memory magnifies it to a wrenching, echoing crack, but the truth is that it was the very smallness that made it so terrible.
I just lost a buttonhole.
The inscrutable outpourings bend and intermix, each one a tributary unto the others, until the whole expands ineluctably into a spiraling morass that drowns the mouths from which it has come and subsumes the space almost entirely in black Finn (p112).
I've got holes in my guitar.
A fault is something very easy to find in others, but becomes invisible when you try to find it in yourself
O this itch of the ear, that breaks out at the tongue! Were not curiosity so over-busy, detraction would soon be starved to death.
Would you like to know your fatal flaw?' Eddie flushed with annoyance. He could have easily made a list of Hochman's flaws, enough to fill several pages. Still, he was curious. 'Please do tell.' 'You judge what you don't understand.
Blue bead on the wick,
there's that in me that
burns and chills, blackening
my heart with its soot,
I think sometimes not Apollo heard me
but a different god.
It was blood. Blood that looked as if it had just been spilled. As I watched, it started pouring down the cavern's walls.
I felt something loosen in me, that shouldn't have loosened. A stitch come undone.