Ouroboros Spine the knife cuts only so deep

his words would fall fondly into her ears, though shikoba knows that the feelings of doubt often linger in the back of her head. a deep breath, she allows herself to rest against him. "yes, i am happy you are home now." shikoba wondered what she even meant by home, did she mean the spine? or did she mean herself, her presence, her title as his wife? she disliked thinking of the double meaning behind his words and her own. it often made her feel as if she was not genuine and almost scheming, as if she is constantly looking for a problem to pick.

she promised herself to let things go, for the sake of making things easier. but the woman still could not deny the feelings that still crawled within her body when the moment became too quiet and her thinking expanded beyond her duties within the village. she breathes in deeply for a moment. "but--," she would start, almost wanting to bite her tongue until it bled, "I still hurt on the inside. in my heart." 

this would be the hardest thing for her to ever admit to anyone. that she still felt the searing pain of it all.