so i was reading last night..
and came across something that stopped me cold.
i had a sense of doom, a sense of betrayal.
it was one of those moments in time
where i felt as if
i had been found out.
they wrote what they wrote, because,
although it is completely impossible,
they must have a window to my very soul.
in short, this is what it said:
it was what she had battling inside her.
an unmixable mix.
the infinite tenderness of motherhood,
and the reckless rage of a suicide bomber.