leave your sorrow to the water (and your laughter to the night)

The past finds ways to bleed through.

"Whatever I was-girl, beast, or bastard-I waded into the water. I wanted to peel back my skin and leave it floating behind me. I got down on my knees and prayed for drowning. I went under the lake's surface."
- Brittany Hailer, Animal You'll Surely Become