' have you seen the death of my husband? i did a good job, didn't i? a little messy, but good.'
OF COURSE SHE’S SEEN IT, she’s seen them all, every single death . for each one eyes watch, for each one arms embrace another, from the smallest living cell to the most grandiose star . comes with the job, a free ticket to the end of all things . & though she recalls them all, none stand out like murder ; always a treat, they were, to see a living being kill another, to exist as the thoughts that drive them, the motivation behind life's greatest crime . it's ability to end itself .
❝ i wouldn’t gloat to death itself about my killings . ❞ quite pointless . ❝ after all, 𝚒'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 . i’ve seen things not even YOU could stomach . far more enticing than the mere killing of a man caught cheating . ❞ with such front row seats, one does start spotting the clichés .
❝ ——- fancy myself as quite a critic . ❞
