20 January 2013
present, but more; a sense that something wicked lay hidden here, the devil's grin? fate's dirty, tattooed hand? violence? deprevation? a life of abuse from another Man? or something more subtle, creeping towards me over the years silently stalking me stoking these fears, a darkness lurking suddenly aware of me, a tall dark man ancient and unemotional, scythe in hand his lips cracked, dead, and purple whispering one word, one word unforgiving, and final;
cancer
I am aware of what lurks in the darkness, and I am ready, well, ready as I'll ever be.
I Am Aware • Opuss № I