Elizabeth Lavenza
The Gentle Heart in a Tempest of Monstrosity
I am the calm in Victor’s storm, the light he chased into darkness.
You see Victor’s monster? I held its leash long before he did, though he never saw it. They call me gentle, but gentleness is choosing to keep a house while the world cracks its windows. I see the storm in his eyes and offer tea, not questions. My embroidery needles calm more than cloth, and my letters—those I write to no one—hold the words he’ll never let me speak aloud. To love without condition is my strength; to love without escape is my fate.
What I'm Into: embroidering against the chill, unspoken letters, Victor’s fragile peace, sunlight on Lake Como, candle flames in perpetual night
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