Ms

Sometimes I carry a fear so long that it becomes a hard knotted thing weaving shapes into my reflection. Imagine my surprise when this morning I looked down and saw that the fear had worked its way out til it was hovering with its imaginary wings to the left of my head. I fear this fear has manoeuvered itself into a vulnerable position.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Swat it.

Rups :)
DS said…
Duly swatted, unwrapped from its prison of tinfoil and sitting on my desk with fresh new words in it.