Katrina

“Tallis had worn me down - no, that wasn't right. That brought to mind the way a bird will peck away at a tree until the bark frays and its prize is revealed, An action that rewards one and destroys the other.

Tallis would never tear me apart like that. He'd worn me down like a long spring rain hitting parched dust, relentless and inevitable, but soaking into the dirt, bringing forth green and budding things. Something that rearranged the very configuration of the soil at your feet, sowing the promise of growth and good harvest. In a way that didn't diminish but expanded.

Exhaustion had made me poetic, it seemed.”
― Lish McBride, Red in Tooth and Claw