I tremble before their form.
They are the terror of all who’ve witnessed them. Women are an event. Women crack the earth and grow the sunflower, they storm the land and rip me with their breath. And I fall to my knees in prayer. For I, woman that I am not, have killed women by my mere existence. And if I look her in the eye, will she turn me to stone. If I dare to speak, will she take my voice away.

I fear the women I’ve seen; will a woman ever forgive me?
Well, does a god forgive after you’ve slaughtered its kind?
If you are like me, if you are not a woman, you should know— do not be kind. She will **** you if kindness be your only offer.
Devotion is the only answer.
Worship is the only salvation.
And the life you are allowed to live after that,
the only forgiveness.