Kill for Me, Kill for You

by Steve Cavanagh

Stronger than lover’s love is lover’s hate. Incurable, in each, the wounds they make. EURIPIDES

Revenge, the sweetest morsel to the mouth that ever was cooked in hell. WALTER SCOTT, THE HEART OF MIDLOTHIAN

Some people, those with money and the ear of power, never pay for their crimes the way ordinary people do.

“It becomes different. More distant, I guess. The pain changes. It dulls. It’s always there, but it doesn’t always rip your heart out, you know?”

Mourning is sometimes a dull ache that won’t leave, and other times it’s like pricking your finger on a needle hidden in a shopping bag.

There are two common responses: either they don’t want anyone to ever hurt like they do, or they want everyone to hurt like they do.”