Can we please talk about this thing i wrote like four years ago
“The bloody knife still lies on the floor, kicked under the bed, forgotten, ignored. But I sense it, always there, always waiting. My second child will be born next week. Adele will be ready, with her knife and her twisted words. It will be a boy this time, I can tell. My baby, my Omari. I know that I will be completely helpless, unable to stop my mother-in-law the murderess. She took my child before, beautiful darling Svana, her eyes still laughing and bright when I last saw her. She had not yet learned the cruelties of the world. She never had the chance. They say the good die young, and thus perhaps it was always Svana’s fate. Her grandmother tore her from my grasp as I slept, smearing the child’s blood on my lips. Adele, the murderess, could not kill Svana with the knife then. That would be too kind.”
like
enna
you okay?
