Friendly stranger. With a childlike voice most pleasing to
the ear. A cat's back, her only weakness. It burns through
delicate skin like Kryptonite. I do wonder if she is still 
out there somewhere in the ether.

Are you Happy? Healthy? 

Wholesome. Or troublesome?

Perhaps none of the above…

Myself? 

Why, I'm Holy...

Unholy... 

Both or neither...

And all that lies in between.

But mostly I feel that twitchy sensation pulling at my 
leg. A familiar stirring that begins with something 
scratching softly at the back of my head. 

I know what happens next...

Soon I'll turn away, never to look back and will leave
it all behind once again.

lucas