And I’d jolt myself awake. And I’d know that I’d escaped from him. Again. And I’d feel so scared and miserable, and so intolerably alone.
Be careful where you drink! There could be some Strange Creatures in the joint.
How often does life betray life?
Worse yet, making us the culprit of our own betrayal
“Je es un autre,”I am an other: Judas
in the window seat,
like the wings of dying
lie heavily on her
I lie alone with the
water poured over naked
and tortures us
…thus are they all
bereaved, in misery