’twas like a maelstrom, with a notch, that nearer, every day, kept narrowing its boiling wheel until the agony toyed coolly with the final inch of your delirious hem and you dropt, lost, when something broke and let you from a dream ~~~ emily dickinson ~~~ pain wracked the air. it stretched, it pulled, it mauled and scratched. it wanted to gouge out something. two people lay helpless in its violent rout of all things beautiful and sacred, of…
