A review by mel_sh
Slaughterhouse by Yves Olade

“I dreamt of being wanted; some object of desire — something heady & sweet & worthy to be held down.”

“How these teeth beg for something tender to
sink into, how cruel & how callous the hunger of his hands.”

“So when God asks
me about love, I respond with cruelty. I know
no other answer / I know no other question”