THE WEAVE:
Lilith sobs into Minthe’s shoulder, in Mars’ head…
"I don't think I want to do this, anymore, every week, being built up to break down, in family therapy. An hour will never be enough, and the potato is too hot to carry with me in between. The anger eating a Way at me, no Matter what I say, or how it goes," she muffles into Minthe's shoulder. "Then don't do it, anymore," Minthe squeezes her, tighter. "I'll be a failure," Lilith tells her. Minthe smiles, "There is Nothing really new, about that Story, Lilitu," Minthe shrugs, "Let them have their perfect family. What is the point of being a part of it, if you have to play the sacrificial lamb? Do you want to bleed out, on your own bones forever, or do you want to live?"
Planetary Signatures 