Marjchaos

“Only women die one by one, smiling
up to the last minute, smile of the siren, smile of the coy girl,
smile of the madwoman. Only women die one by one, polished
to perfection or unkempt behind locked doors too desperately
ashamed to cry out. Only women die one by one, still believing
that if only they had been perfect—perfect wife, mother, or
whore—they would not have come to hate life so much, to find it
so strangely difficult and empty, themselves so hopelessly confused
and despairing. Women die, mourning not the loss of their own
lives, but their own inexcusable inability to achieve perfection as
men define it for them.”