Nails

Some people make allegories that people, or women, are like wine – they only get better with age. What if the wine has gone bad? And become vinegar? And over the years it only gets more and more sour?..

I think that certain members of the fair sex only become more toxic with age. And I see it. The poison licks off the fingertips. They say that women develop faster in adolescence than men. Well. Over time, it changes color. Do I know many interesting/handsome men around the age of 40-50? Let me think…but if I ask myself the same thing about women, I will see, first of all, toxicity. It is no longer sad, it is a fact. Sad fact? Maybe…

I will sit, watch how it will develop further. But there is a moment when you kill something inside yourself. It is as if that poison kills a tooth nerve. And it seems to me that if I was already on the path to “getting rid of the corpse,” now every word is like a nail in the coffin lid.