learning to hurt

learning is a part of life

I was eating oatmeal

when my dad came into

the kitchen

 

gloom worn into

his tired face

 

eyes

that burned like ice

 

his mind in constant churn

and endless bulge

 

“you killed my dreams,” he snarled.

“you and your brothers and sisters

slaughtered them all. I work and work

and I stay broke. I run and run

and I’m still behind. It’s your fault.

you should know that much.”

 

I was eight years old.

bold and happy as a

young vulture on his first

successful hunt

 

doom crawled onto

my young grin

 

blue eyes

showed that same

frigid flame

 

I laughed.

I took a heaping bite of my oatmeal,

snickered and said,

“I killed your dreams daddy,

and now I’m eating them.”

 

the look that seized his stare

was worth a thousand harsh

beatings.

 

 I only took one.

 

and through the entire ordeal,

that twisted smile never betrayed

my face.

 

it still hasn’t. 

Author's Note

a snapshot of my interesting youth

Reviews

[Shallowed]

Your youth? Oh snap

This was cool to read

Definitely eerie.

Hmm, very good.