i think i'm alone now.
For the most part.
So this...poison is almost contained.
Last night. the Witch used my children's voices to tear me into her..place.
night hag syndrome.
Eight years now.. never knowing when she'll attack.
or just whisper, and paralyze me..
just a hint, and i'm broken.
Something so horrible should not be.
but, in the intervening years, i have come to find it not only does, but
Years ago, i could run forever. and i even baited it.
whatever IT is.
but ..i'm starting to see the wounds IT made years ago still bleed on the astral plane.
cuts that cannot heal.
IT's worn me down.
a long chase.
15 months since my last cry.
slowly waking up.
tonight, i may finally shake the torpor, and walk again.
still scraping glowing embers from myself.
been to hell, and back?
just now crawling out.
hope i don't burn the world down around me-
Funny, we were supposed to do this thing for J.L. Bourne back in the day, but apparently he did not want to wait and so went with a different publisher. Ah well. Guess not everyone cares about quality and production value.
Saw him not too long ago on the History Channel talking about zombies. Had to chuckle.