Chapter 22
I would lead the world into the abyss... He would take me to the platform. We would walk together, holding hands and breaking each other’s thin fingers. He would ask to be left alone. I’d ask for some understanding of myself. We would end the day with a scandal and fall asleep in tears in different rooms. We would try to make peace — for the parents and the continuation of the human race, but we would receive only curses and unskilful s*x. He would honour me nobly, and in the morning, he would come up with his claims. I’d slap him and freeze in anticipation of being slapped back, and he would only sadly stroke my hair and scratch my throat with a sickle. He would bury me with honour and maybe even cry when the bell struck for the last time... He would have hundreds more like me
