“Funny how the people we love most are the ones we most fear”, she spits at me.
Silence – I say, in the vain hope that she will be silent.
Inside the blurred water, I feel your movement. A cat passing its claws through the thin fabric that was the walls of its prison.
“Stop it, you fool,” she echoes, “You know I’m leaving”.
You will not – I repeat again to the predator chained.
“If you don’t let me, you will never know the difference between her and me and it will consume you”.
Silence – I say, in the vain hope that she will be silent.
“The snake eats its own tail”.
