Darius

Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around - nobody big, I mean - except me. And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff - I mean if they're running and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That's all I do all day. I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be.
Holden Caulfield, The Catcher in the Rye.
Death of a Child
you are killing me.
you frequent my dreams in vague, elusive silhouettes. at night, i wake up soaking wet, haunted by the sound of your voice and what it once meant to the child in me. it was the symphony that lulled me to sleep. the song that made me dream extravagant dreams. but it also was the very same song that was carried by intricately configured lies, waking me up to the reality that..
you are the ultimate traitor. you made me suffer under the most underhanded form of betrayal. you came under the guise of an affectionate mother,with every strand of your curly locks sweetly scented to cover the the awful stench of hypocrisy. you showered me with tight embraces but only to block every gush of wind that would have been the very and only source of my breath. my silent cry as i struggled to break free was the hymn that perpetuated your desire to
kill me.
you fed on my innoncence without cease. you crept inside me while i was drowned in deep slumber, breathing existence to the worst sorts of unbridled fears. you came back out and whispered venomous words to my ears through your rose-red lips. you fled and left nothing but poison seeping through my veins.
and now, you have killed me. brutally.
yet admiringly so.
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