Mother has business and so I have been out walking. I went to peek at Father now he is a baby; she's so small, I could fit her head inside my mouth. But I don't, because that is not interesting. Instead I grind rocks between my teeth, pebbles and mortar, so I can taste the different tastes of this town. The earthquake loosened a roof tile and I carry it between these fingers and lick it thoughtfully, thinking of how many raindrops have rolled down this roof. One year there was snow so heavy other parts of the roof pitched, but not this tile. I can taste its terracotta pride -
The pain is sharp and a surprise. Not a nice surprise like cake or entrails spilled in sacrifice on an altar unused for centuries, but a horrid surprise, and I wail like a baby and unravel like a skein of wool and wrap myself around him tighter tighter so I can strangle him crush him make him dead.
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Date: 2014-01-26 11:48 pm (UTC)The pain is sharp and a surprise. Not a nice surprise like cake or entrails spilled in sacrifice on an altar unused for centuries, but a horrid surprise, and I wail like a baby and unravel like a skein of wool and wrap myself around him tighter tighter so I can strangle him crush him make him dead.