LIKE LIVING

 

Like living in a house with an insane and raging father who hates you and himself and he hates all of creation and his wound was sustained when he was young and it never healed and he never dipped his cut finger into the stream that it might flow cool water over the capillaries and cleanse him and he didn't work washing dishes in the galley that he might learn humility and his wound festered and overtook him and he careens throughout the house projecting his weight his girth all of his sloshing bile and his wound never healed and he never dipped his finger into the cool stream to cool the pain and he stumbled out of the lip of a volcano that was belching a long line of bilious hateful fathers and he lava-flowed across everything and made this house of cooled magma in which we live. break it apart.

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