If this is the meaning and measure of life I want nothing of it sometimes mother I wish I were an abortion or stillborn in your womb like my older brother a blue baby nearly strangled by his own cord ask whatever you want of me I will not serve you nor any dumb shit nitwit from our family I am done with all you argumentative cunts decide to remove me from your will I don't care all I wanted was love
not games where you attempt to control my balance with talk of shame and guilt only I would be so stupid to believe you loved me rot in your tomb together forever with your husband ashes and bones only day a sword in the form of a pen will cut your family down those who remain alive fear not that I should want revenge I shall not lift a finger to harm runts your favorite son helped bring into this world wretched beasts whom the waves will shove
under the sea until drowned such is the magic of language words have built noble works of grandeur but also cursed families who won't care for their own do whatever you like your descendants were doomed before I penned these words only remember if you can your kitchen knife against my wrist to thrive not only will I need to forget my childhood like ripples from a stone emanate from zero to dissipate along with tears of dodo birds
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