Saturday, October 04, 2003

Harlequin Eyes

G. is a fool, and put us in danger with his swaggering ways. I can just imagine the unnecessary trouble that will come our way if he can’t exercise some amount of common sense. It was nothing I could not handle but I am angry at having to prove myself before him. At seeing myself reflected in his eyes. A killer. A machine. This he knew, but actually seeing blood spurting from a wound is another matter. Disgusting, isn't it? If only I had the luxury of his repulsion. Who can forgive the things I’ve done? Our kind is despised everywhere. I’ve been fooling myself with this hope of being understood—another classic means of manipulation. I should know better.


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