Clawing, reaching, salivating…

Imagine being alone and it’s shadowing you, clutching at you.

What is it? I don’t know. Neither did I know what that thing was, constantly taunting me.

Then Grandma visited and kissed me on the forehead. I suddenly struck out, clawed my fingernails into her throat, felt that frail flesh tear as she struggled to scream out.

Too late I realized, it was my conscience, fighting a losing battle against my flesh.