Cut lose your ties with expectation. Your dreams are charlatans, your memories, stalemating quarks. Listen only to the pull of your atoms and follow the discordant hum of your personal entropy.

— Virginia Petrucci

Here's to adrenaline. Here's to dramatic abandon of protocol. Here's to treasured pain and purple rain. Here's to chasing our souls, burning across to sky. Here's to drinking the ash as it falls, and not asking why.

— Virginia Petrucci

I like my things hurried and haunted. Night teadarktime. Sacred geometry, secret geometry petal-flame whisper: I am here, and you aren't.

— Virginia Petrucci

It's my choice to be beautiful. It's my choice to be ugly. And it's my choice to decided what those words actually mean.

— Virginia Petrucci

My mind: a thousand hungry daughters, my harlot heritage. Marbles: lost, no rescue search. Your heart: blooming thorns, and a stolen grocery cart.

— Virginia Petrucci

Numbered are the days of hunger stricken strays woman's curving taste paper police state.

— Virginia Petrucci

What bothers me most about my teeth is that they don’t travel loin south, don’t sprout from the Mother Mouth. Vagina dental, come close, say high.

— Virginia Petrucci

You crawled inside my ribs to die. Giant becomes squirrel becomes a dirt-wet girl feverishly alive.

— Virginia Petrucci

You look within and upon and around me, savoring every inch. You pull my ear for no reason, and I can tell you really don’t want to cry. As a tear falls between by breasts, I look away and pretend the grass is a jungle, and the ants, little kings of forgotten tribes.

— Virginia Petrucci

You were, are cactus tourism. Meeting you: granular fractals borrowed from oceans.

— Virginia Petrucci