sexhoboI'm an artist and I like cake.
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by sexhobo

Your father was a cruel man.

He made you even crueler.

Then you made me.

What were you thinking? How could you believe a monster like you could be a father?

I wish I had been the one to kill you.

I wish your father hadn't been cruel. I wish you hadn't been born. I wish you and mom had never met.

I can feel you living in my skin.

I catch glimpses of you every now and again. And I want to rip you out of my blood.

You died and left me your demons.

And they have raped me every night since. They hallowed out my womb and made a nest there. Waiting for a seed that I'm never going to plant.

Fathers. Monsters.

I wonder what it feels like to be able to tell the difference.

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@bernardtwindwil Thank you so much! I'm glad you read and enjoyed!

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This was incredibly powerful. It was courageous to declare the guilt of the father. Your wording was powerful and concise. It left the reader with the horror and terror felt by the child to some degree. As much as possible at least. You ran the verses with a mellifluous rhythm. Great poem!!