The Weed and the Mirror

The largest of things always start small, and growth always starts as a crack. And so the weed grows like a shooting feeling that can’t be contained or controlled, because even though it grows fast, it still grows towards the light and the earth, stretched in two different directions until it’s uprooted and killed.

The weed wraps himself into a strangling knot, because he knows she’s become his slave. So he shares a private joke with the mirror in the room, and after the story ends, they take pleasure in knowing they’re the ones who’ve actually won.

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