Her
her image faded
and all that remains is
hope.
Hope drowned in the sound
of gnashing of teeth.
Here I am undone. Here I am center stage. Alone.
Under any other circumstances this longing to know the person below the surface would be endearing and romantic. In my situation, it's just pathetic.
I crave their understanding. I wail against this cage I've made to contain the thoughts I find unacceptable. Praying that one day these bars will break and I will again find freedom in wholehearted honesty. But for now I bide my time. Keeping these atrocities unseen by those I love, till I fully understand the depravity in my character that allows for them to be birthed.
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posted by angelo @ 10:12 AM
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