Marjorie A. Buettner...


Monkey Off My Back

...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

Copyright Marjorie Buettner, 2008