> Milkmaid
She’s strong because she drinks my milk every night. Her smooth skin and healthy bones are testaments of my milk. I am drain and lifeless because she had mine from the start. I never got the taste of my own harvest. Each nights are chapters full of supremacy, hatred and greed. She insisted, I refused. Good boys are really bad, and good girls ends up drinking all the milk they want. Supposedly, breast milk is best for babies. Yet last night unfolds unexpected chapter. I let her drink my milk wholeheartedly. She said it never tasted that good and wondered why. She still had the last drop and savor its sweetness and freshness. We lived happily ever after since then.
["I" is my past; "she" is a legend]
