The hidden road

She parted the valley of her thighs for him only when she knew they’d taken each other’s pride. When she finally saw that he’d clawed his own back for good, she packed and left. There was nothing he could do about it. He’d made his choice, even if it didn’t seem like a choice. Soon he was back on the hidden road inside himself that he’d always hated, which he knew would lead him relentlessly back to himself.