...finally the monkey is off my back, but the bite marks on my neck still sting, the places where his claws dug in ache deeply. Sometimes, I can almost hear once again the whispers of sweet promises in my ear that were never delivered. Finally, the monkey is off my back, so why this sense of emptiness?
e-mail crash-- the fog lifts over the lake
WHCHaibun 2008-09-30