Let death come for me," I told them. Contempt filled their gaze; they labeled me crazy. They then saw me drink my poison from her lips and they envied my fate.

Had I been born in a different time, I would have been a wanderer with little money, few worries and even fewer fears.

Let death come for me," I told them. Contempt filled their gaze; they labeled me crazy. Then they saw me drinking my poison from her lips, and they envied my fate.

She pitied these women trapped in this semblance of happiness. She pitied their daughters being raised in this modernized cult of domesticity.

She was flabbergasted by the backward thinking of humankind. The damaging double standards that fueled gender disparity infuriated her.

Let death come for me," I told them.Contempt filled their gaze; they labeled me crazy. They then saw me drink my poison from her lips and they envied my fate.

Let death come to me," I told them. Contempt filled their gaze; they labeled me crazy. Then they saw me drink my poison from her lips, and they envied my fate.

What a beautiful madness, to explore the darkness in one's own soul and find joy in the unearthing of such wicked thoughts.

There’s nothing more poisonous to a community than rumors and gossips. They taint the good character of those who effortlessly stand out. They provide mediocre individuals with a means to become relevant. They set in like gangrene and eat away at the sense of decency that differentiates humans from animals.

Self-confidence is notoriously fickle when it is defined by factors beyond one's control.