by Robert Gryfft
We've lived like this for as long as I can remember.
We cling to the darkness. Mother says it is all that keeps us alive.
We seldom eat. When we do, we do not enjoy it. We would apologize to them as they died, if we hadn't swallowed our tongues.
Sometimes we take a child.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
The Love That Shouted Beast
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