wolfman left me mauled and in shame. I slept in fits without reaching depth of sleep... always waking, startled, thinking about the attack
where will it end this reliving?
the wolfman has gone, but he will return... I summon him again and again
this shame is so heavy, so deep and yet so attractive
I am drawn to it as to something so intense and beautiful but which will burn again and again
like Freud's Zwangneurose, my sickness is to repeat
the wolfman is at the door
I am ready again