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Azareen Van Der Vliet Oloomi, Savage Tongues
To my queer family who lit the way all along

Savage Tounges by Azareen Van Der Vliet Oloomi @ Bookshop
Quotes
I watched Ellie forge ahead through the silent hallways and rooms, and considered how incapable I’d been, how incapable I remained, of fully grasping my adolescent impulses. For years I hadn’t talked to anyone about what had happened. I could barely admit the facts to myself. They settled in the bottom of my mind like sediment, and I did my utmost not to disturb them.
It was dawn. I forced myself to sit up in bed and look out the window. The darkness was reluctantly giving way to morning. A rose-colored hue clung to the edges of the sky, nudging the screen of night apart. Soon we would all be vertical again, the streets packed with the machinery of moving limbs.
Whatever thoughts were there had been pushed out by the disco music, the strobe lights, the deep thump of the base that traveled in electric waves through the floors and walls. It wasn’t long before the rain began to subside.