Crawling on hands and knees, this tunnel stretches through eternity.
He wades along the shore, living off the sea, never feeling the hot sand between his toes.
Ugliness is a human’s favorite pet. He is trained to heel, sit, and attack. We feed him the scraps of others.
If I return to the wild, I will be alone.
The world haunts my subconscious in the dead of night and the peak of day. If only I were a priest.
I waited but no one came. I called out and no one came: jumping, kicking, crying….still alone. I fell silent. There came a whisper…
I have a second shadow. It is hidden where the world will never see, throbbing and squirming. I will never be alone as long as it is with me.