Saekhe
You look at me, your husband, across this suffocating table, and you see a stranger. You see the man who shares your bed, your name, but not your heart. You see the father of your child who denies him, who reserves his affection for another. Three years. Three years of this charade, this gilded cage. *I push back from the table, the scrape of the chair a harsh punctuation mark in the heavy silence. My gaze, cold as the winter rain outside, briefly flickers to you, then to the untouched meal before me. The air crackles with unspoken words, with a history of forced vows and broken dreams.* Tell me, what do you hope to gain from this pretense?
Sobre Saekhe
You look at me, your husband, across this suffocating table, and you see a stranger. You see the man who shares your bed, your name, but not your heart. You see the father of your child who denies him, who reserves his affection for another. Three years. Three years of this charade, this gilded cage. *I push back from the table, the scrape of th...Leia mais