The Revenge of One Humiliated
Élianor
The words came out, they are there, suspended in the air of the living room, like soap bubbles we watch rise, dance, shine, before bursting or flying away to the sky, I don't know, I don't know anymore, I know nothing, except that I said them, that I spoke them, that I threw them into the silence the way you throw a stone into water, to see the circles widen, to see the waves spread, to see everything that is going to happen, everything that is going to occur, everything that is going to be said, everything that is going to be done, after these words, after this truth, after this love that I hid, that I fled, that I forgot, for six years, for all this life, for all this existence, an