fromthemouthofmoi

That bully, that foul language spewing misogynist. That person can be a woman. A woman with such a powerful hurt and hate that she lashes out at the very thing that she can not be. She is a child. A child desecrated before Moira was born. That woman seems to be out of control. She is filled with rage so big and consuming that everything she touches gets a lashing. From the inanimate to the breathing. She would never see it this way but sometimes she is a racist. Racism is not always directed at the person claiming racism. That woman prefers the small, and the voiceless; the lame and the lost. How else does one feed a dragon? Surely not with those capable of flight. That woman has a hurt so deep that there is not enough life left in her to figure out the source of her  fire breath. That woman is to be pitied. That woman, if she is lucky will one day be utterly alone, left with nothing but herself. With nothing but the dead silence that can never be heard when you're yelling. T