Need

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“Why would you marry him when you are not convinced of him?” I turned to my picture in the mirror, put the finishing touch, put a red flower on the front of the dress, and swallowed my saliva twice before uttering the phrase “I am ready”, and examined the black aura that surrounded my eyes. I noticed that my finger was empty from the wedding ring, so I ran to look for it, “I married him because I need it.”

Maybe the ring fell into the bathroom sink, I lifted the tail of my dress and wrapped it around my neck, took off my silky cover, and I stretched my hand down the drain, my hand filled with excrement, I sat contemplating the stool that stained the dress, thinking of my fate. My stool-stained hand removed the pearl necklace that adorned my neck and then I threw it down the drain, “It’s the same answer four years ago when I left my hand to put this dreaded ring on my finger,” my mouth violating frankincense and my hand trembling with tension, the word on my mind “need”

I hear it daily in different tongues, women or men, educated or ignorant. We put the synonyms for her automatically: “We want, we are deficient, we need…” Even longing and desire did not escape from her captivity, the word provoked me. I wanted to apply the saying “I know your enemy”.