october 23rd, 2016
she knows that it's wrong. it is oh, so terrible. it twists her into thinking it's fine, that life wasn't meant to be lived perfectly all the time.
she. was. wrong.
sure mistakes are bound to happen. day after day, in fact. but this? this same pattern of disgust and shame? months of breaking down for lack of direction?
misdirection, it would seem. for in her eyes, need and vanity gleam. they shimmer with lust and burn of disgust.
"this isn't fair!" she'd scream.
but you see... it is. its fairness is regular, humble and frank.
so why, oh why, was she doomed this way? her brain emptied a well of black ink and red blood into her eyes. was she just supposed to look away?
yes.
she was.
but she hasn't and she couldn't and she can't, still. "this is silly!!" yes, it is little one. because over all these years you couldn't even imagine to hear that
you were the one who you were fighting.
