Every attack becomes impaled on the horns of the alleged victim.
The meek struggles; the aggressor applies more pressure.
It is fended off and disfigured. A gaping reminder that it is dependent on its prey.
The predator depends on its prey.
When my sisters dig knives into your side, it was not for lack of trying.
The benefit of the doubt permitted the millennium of your animosity.
I have dreamt of you murdering me a sickening number of times.
The haze of your gaslight is put out by the clarifying fact of your hate.
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