Darkest Desires
DARKEST DESIRES. The icy wind penetrates my coat as I sit here in the pouring rain massagingmy chapped blistered fingers. The spade is resting against my lap covered inthe muddy earth which it has dug. My heart aches and fills with dread as the thoughts of the last few weeksare still raw in my mind. I sink my head into my hands and sob pitifully asI recall those dreadful weeks and the destructive force of my mind as I letit free for the first time in my life with disastrous consequences. I...