I can’t compete with her. It’s impossible. She doesn’t exist. She’s just a dream – a fragment of his imagination.
And yet I want to hunt her down and slay her. And keep her head in a big jar full of water. For display. Like a memento – a sign of my victory.
I am the scorpion; I am the green eyed monster. I am barking mad.
nice. :-)
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@Pure
ReplyDeleteThanks! I think I will.