when words fail me, which is often, I paint. When words work for me and are available on time, I am surprised.
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Blind Love Assassin
I am curled up in a fetal position on my death bed.
My mother; not the one who loved me, but the one who gave birth to me
comes to my side.
"I don't want to die; I am afraid" I cry.
Again, she says
She cannot be bothered.