Jul 24, 2003 08:45
Again...all I remember are words...
When the green field comes off like a lid
Revealing what was much better hid,
Unpeasant;
And look! Behind without a sound,
The woods have come up and are standing round
In a deadly cresent.
And the bolt is sliding in its groove,
Outside the window is the black remover's van,
And now with sudden, swift emergence
Come the women in dark glasses, the hump-backed surgeons
And the scissor-man.
I don't want to be on Grayling anymore. He's coming. We have to go. I wish Bà bà would understand that. I'm not sure who's even out there...or why we have to go. I scared. It's quiet in the other room. Maybe I can just go stay with Bà bà. I know he'll protect me as best he can, but he'll be helpless when the time comes that I'll need him most. I'm not sure what that means. It's just a feeling. I know I want to be close to him now to make up for when I'll be distant.