Footsteps in the dark.
I'd like to know what I did to my throat. Feels like I swallowed a fucking tack. It's done wonders for my disposition, to say the least. My skin is also protesting recent excessive exposure to the sun and has proceeded to molt. I'm like a fucking leper. I leave chunks wherever I go.
Not even when the early birds
Danced on my roof with showery feet
Such music as will come from rain -
Not even then could I forget
The rabbit in his hours of pain;
Where, lying in an iron trap,
He cries all through the deafened night -
Until his smiling murderer comes,
To kill him in the morning light.
- The Rabbit, W.H. Davies
Not even when the early birds
Danced on my roof with showery feet
Such music as will come from rain -
Not even then could I forget
The rabbit in his hours of pain;
Where, lying in an iron trap,
He cries all through the deafened night -
Until his smiling murderer comes,
To kill him in the morning light.
- The Rabbit, W.H. Davies