Rib of Resentment

A tight-lipped, collagen-thinned woman bares herself through cold eyes, seething at relative youth, mobility, and beauty. The older man barrels toward annihilation, knowing he comes from nothing, fearing the return to it. That is why it is easy to shatter a man’s ego. A woman, born of a rib, comes from something—her maliciousness rising from that origin. She wants to be a ten and will rarely settle for being a four.