It’s the acid stench of sweat that first hits me and then I scream, as the intense agony of being dragged by the roots of my hair connects with every pain receptor in my cortex. As he pulls me and I struggle to keep up, lashing uselessly at the body in front of me, I [...]
Entries from March 2007
March 18, 2007
June 1998
Driving through the Karoo
you
slide gently into sleep
and the blue covers me,
smothers me -
the grey road, crumbling asphalt,
perfectly framed in the greasy window:
seems to be an intrusion,
a distraction from the soft enticing comfort of dreams
dancing at the edge of conciousness
