The Safe Prison

In certain circumstances, a woman's body finds its safest harbor in her own family. More often than not, this body seeks its final refuge only in its own shadow. For those who stand firm in their comfortable compromise—blocking the easy path forward—they are ignorant of the reach of her power; they grow aggressive at her independent spirit; they seethe with poisoned rage at the resolve hidden behind her blood-red eyes. They falter in that delicate tableau, searching for an alternate route, or some cheap artificial standard to impose.

Yet they are no one else but this: the temporary reality of that body. Those people, bound in the fierce grip of that woman's image in this world, seem to be the very ones who methodically wish for her undoing.