While I was going insane (literally a mental breakdown), I would see in my mind Tyson's (Morpheus's dog) throat being slit by the Wife--a video being played, over and over.
I watched her smiling face--daring me--asking me to join her in the bloodbath. To stop her. To encourage her. To do anything to break the helplessness that consumed me.
The Wife stood there, holding the dog's lifeless body, holding the knife.
She was unconquerable.
No comments:
Post a Comment