The teapot boils over.. and over.. and over again. The water splashes onto her soul, burning and insistently corroding like acid.
She holds the teapot close, for fear of it shattering into a zillion irreparable pieces.
The scalds dont hurt anymore. She, who forever feared the pain, has learnt to survive through it all..
Or has She?
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
A Momentary Lapse of Reason.. Part 2
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