Thank you.

The father told the father, with this gift I will kill

Like so many of you have done before

An heirloom on this level of despair

Should not exist anymore

He purged his gift every minute of his days

As it slaughtered every smile

Praying for a way to justify 

Why all this would be worthwhile

This tradition must go on

Clawing and crawling into this weary state

Hurting all that surround

As if the bodies are worthless vessels 

I hope we never meet, for all the right reasons

The father told the father, with this curse I will kill 

Myself.

Reviews

[Ruth]

Now this is fascinating! The less than obvious quality to this piece makes it all the more surreal and powerful love, I like this a lot! Intensity and fearing..not just to others but to the self...very unsettling! xoxo

[Lily Mae]

This is powerful and so amazing....excellent write..xx