The embers,
                still burning.
And the smoke rises, slowly...
                     so slowly.
Making it's acsent.
Moving.
                                 Seperating.
Tho I can no longer see it,
I know that it is there,
like He.
I know that He is there... waiting.
                                       Sulking.
Sinking slowly into the depths
of his own self pity.
I feel Him there,
                         disturbing my innards,
coarsing through my being,
pulsating...
driving a need in me to lash out
                               to kill the child
All I can do is be patient,
and have a luke-warm cup of tea.

alli june 93
modified july 98