His body with its secret lives. Some plotting independence from the others, their kinsmen, their brothers, sewing rebel flags already soaked in blood sharpening knives on his hunger - a sudden pain which nags in his stomach and a blade’s edge laid in its fulness like honey in hives. Secret wealth. A kind of dowry sent to himself. Money under the mattress in a rented room, a future which survives its past by stealth, waiting eager in the darkness to be spent like young wives in their beds. And he would be husband to his sickness as he had been to his health. An arranged wedding with the family’s silent consent.Birth sign: Libra
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