I considered the title of this piece for awhile. Too harsh? I wondered. Petty? Immature? Overboard, at the very least?
I really did think about it. The conclusion I came to, with every question I asked myself, was Nah.
I have too much I want to say to this woman – too many arguments, too many…
Once upon a time, a woman was picking up firewood.
She came upon a poisonous snake frozen in the snow.
She took the snake home and nursed it back to health.
One day the snake bit her on the cheek.
As she lay dying, she asked the snake, “Why have you done this to me?” And the snake answered, “Look, bitch, you knew I was a snake.
Natural born killers. (1994)