Searching for an Ending
I gave my word. I gave it willingly. Then I gave another and another still until there were screams and anonymous threats and promises that were never meant to be kept. Ploys to put on the brakes, to bring me to a dead stop.
Wolves in clothing. Distorters of the dream. Leach babies with puffed chests. The people Celine pissed on from a considerable height. I always knew they were there, but I thought I could change things.
Mortally wounded, I search for an ending.