“...her soul rusted with that grievance sticking in it”
“Waiting is the rust of the soul.”
“For a brief moment, the rusted steel beams above her sparkled like stars.”
“That afternoon She listened to the grievances of the dead from two warring nations. Both sides had suffered, both sides had legitimate grievances, both pled their cases earnestly. She covered Her ears and moaned in misery. She knew Her humans were multidimensional and She could no longer live under the rigid architecture of Her youthful choices.”
“People like the way dreams have of sticking to the soul.”
“Love holds no grievances.”