Response to Julia’s:
There it is, lying just beneath the surface. Your desire for life, your longing for love, your trust that it will come. Water like liquid glass, hiding nothing. The occasional perturbation lasting no more than a moment. Then gone. The assumption so clear, unquestioned, certain. But it is not. Valentine fool, lured into this false security. Love’s viper peers, waits for a momentary lapse, a weakness, the ripple that leaves you looking elsewhere. Toys with your belief, until, too late, the fangs of folly pierce an artery, injecting poison. Leaves you gasping—then left for dead. Happy Valentine’s Day!