Alan went straight at his room and layed on his bed.
Alan: I ' ll poison him. I ' ll cut his throat while he sleeps. I ' ll smother him with a pillow. No. no.. What I am going to do has to be bearable to me. If I am going to kill him, I have to do it to me too. So that we can be together on the other side... I found it!
Alan knew what to do... " This knife / Left two men stiffening / With yellow lips. / It barely fits the hand / But slides in cold / Through startled flesh / Till it stops, there, / In the quivering / Dark / Roots / Of the scream.“
22nd August 1929
Alan woke up early that morning, his head hurting like never before. He rubbed his eyes and tried to remember something from the day before. " Of course. Christopher came here." he thought e Twinning 2016 28