hearing daddy lie to me wilted the flowers behind my ribcage.
but when daddy lied to momma, the petals turned to cigarette ash,
burned through my organs,
and settled in the pit of my stomach.
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Short Storythere's something especially heartbreaking about watching your daddy leave. there's something oh so ruining about watching your momma cry.
