Tuesday, January 03, 2006


Fear grips me in its beak.

Where is this groundless fear coming from? Why is it so acute that I can taste it. What daemons are presenting themselves to me? A multitude of questions crowd into my head. A vicious hiss emanates from me. Mostly I blame my mother who is not really to blame at all. She can't do anything to change the past. No one can. Yet still the bile rises like bile into my throat. And it chokes me, it chokes me.

Am I beyond reprieve?


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