I stood in bars, clothed but naked, looking from their eyes to my feet and back again. Still there was the longing to contend with: the heavy, bloody, chemical urge to consume another body and spit out its bones in a new child. How do you make a stranger so intimate when they could so easily destroy you?
Nadifa Mohamed, Reader, I Married Him: Stories Inspired by Jane Eyre
children, fear, intimacy, love, relationships