Murmurings.

No.

We are not peculiar. We delve too deep. Think too much, fall too passionately.

There is no grey in us. We sight only black and white. And that is not peculiar.

We are impulsive. We know what we want. We might hold back, but there are also times we go get what we want.

We love deeply, give unthinkingly, and forgive immeasurably.

But we have our breaking point. Once we get there, there is no turning back.

We will simply pick up the broken pieces, paste them together and walk on by.

We do make bad choices. We do cry for things lost or for what could have been. We feel too much for things we could have done some other way, but we won’t retrace our steps and pick up the pieces of a jigsaw that can never be completed.

And slowly, ever so slowly, we learn to laugh again. Right from the heart.

And we hope, once more, for better days and things to come.

We are the womenkind.

No matter how hard you try to pull us down, we will always be there, climbing back up.

Or in the peripheries, walking on.

And no matter what, we always, always survive.

-The Bra Slasher.