The bitterness of my hate coats my tongue, thick and raw. The jibes and jabs of your childish cruelty bruise my flesh, while the slings and arrows of your ignorance pierce my being. I’m just a burden of your stupidity; you were never my family. I’m better off without you, and I don’t care if you’re better off or not.
For Lillie McFerrin’s Five Sentence Fiction-Moments. If only the moments implied by the photo could last a lifetime, and not be twisted and warped over life’s time for too many of those unlucky enough to be trapped within a hell both of and not of their creation.
May you all find peace in the New Year and beyond.