Tuesday, April 16, 2013

More Paw Bo Excerpts

She sees it, the absence of purity. I am devoid of devotion. She is confused, waiting for the unconditional love. Instead I am a bloodsucker, ravaging, seeking some emotive passion before I vanish, before Pia Zimmermann returns and suckles the last bit of life out of me. Already her voice is etching itself into my head and maybe into Paw Bo’s head. The storm is coming. I hear the rumbling, the steady unearthing tremble, as I lift Paw Bo out of the carriage and pull her into me. I am not surprised. I knew she was close. The knowing unsettles me, fastens to my psyche like a leech.

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