Alltagsmord | poetry

you broke my father didn’t you

broke him so that he could never be one

broke him so that he would fail like you

die like you, unloved, unvisited

tore the boy apart to make a man out of him

a fearful ghost

who shat his pants

coming home to your fists and belts

my father’s face is part of the kitchen tiles

his fear in his clothes

he smells of your violence

the boy who died at your fingertips

they took his body in the alleyway

and tore into him without remedy

my father has never ceased to be an open wound

that you degenerated to such a degree

that all he ever sought was your unachieved approval

My own drawing © Laura Gentile 2023 | Instagram: croque_melpomene

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