I take care of myself, and in me is roof and wall.
I protect myself, and in me is hearth and fold.
~Rainer Maria Rilke
Cascading pain. The terrible is yet magnificent.
Can one being bear so much lost?
But, can she bear it if she is the one who has relinquished all?
God granted to the detail; twin turtles lazing in the cascading fountain.
As always, he enters, devil disguised as helpmate.
The tub is teeny tiny. What about the money? Potential pool party hubbub.
The feeling just isn’t quite right.
As always, she folds. Drops her dream, made-to-order.
There was never any hope.