Heel

Absolutes are irresolute; your irresponsibility is to blame. How dare you beckon me to your side when you don't even know which side you are on? The dawn comes too quickly and we have no idea that we are even talking, or breathing, at least consiously. Our dance and chat comes easily, fluid like the pus within an infected wound that we hope would never kill us yet it might be the bee that stung too deeply into the heel that felt no pain of the Achilles that his mother hoped to save by dunking him into the polluted pond. mother superior will not be able to save you now, darling. That is because I have you now.