My father isn't dead,
he's alive; in my head,
trying to escape and
sealing my fate.
Clawing and chewing,
creating destruction
and you blame me
because of how
"I" function.
He's breathing
inside of me
and I'm
letting
him
o
u
t.
YOU ARE READING
Whiskey & Bruised
Short StoryThe story of a man who loves a girl but that doesn't stop him from hitting her or her from loving him. a-novel-told-in-verse
