A donut is dripping its glazing all over the kitchen table. Damn this heat. There’s flies all over. Attracted to the sugar. Laying their eggs in the quickly rotting carcass on the floor.
He was a man.
He was a real man he was. Strong. Capable.
Quick to temper he was. He beat his wife and daughter time and time again. Oh, he was a man. Oh such a Man with a capital M.
The hell he was.
He was just a worm. A maggot like the ones now crawling in his body on the kitchen floor.
I sit in the living room drinking an ice cold soda.
The donut drips its glazing in my dreams at night long after it is gone all this is gone it will be dripping in my dreams. I know it will.
I stand in the kitchen doorway looking at his body at the flies and at the donut on the table growing mold.
I rush in to snatch another soda I rush out.
I haven’t liked to spend any time in the kitchen since the day he died.
I rush in. I grab another soda. I get out.
I buried her in the garden. Put flowers on her grave I made a wreath.
I buried her in the garden with flowers on her grave I made a wreath I will. I’ll make another wreath for her I will. I promise that I will.
She stopped him hurting me again. She got in his way and she stopped him. Slowed him down.
He killed her for it. He beat her to death and I… I killed him because of that. I killed him for killing her.
When he was drunk enough I killed him. When he passed out on the kitchen floor I took a knife. I killed him cut him open.
I buried her in the garden left him there on the kitchen floor.
He brought the donuts for my birthday. He never could remember when it was my birthday. He never did remember when it was.
He meant to bring those donuts for me. For me upon my birthday it was not my birthday then. I should not have said that. I should not have told him it was not my birthday. Shouldn’t have told him anything should have smiled.
He killed her when she helped me. For standing in his way. I killed him and left him to rot.
It is my birthday now. He never did remember when it was. My birthday is today is now. Today it is my birthday.
Today I am fourteen I miss my mom.
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