My Father, Die Page #4

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I'm sorry.

Oh, you're sorry for

f***ing me or f***ing my son?

Oh.

No.

Asher and mommy sitting

in a tree k-i-s-s-i-n-g.

First comes love,

then comes marriage.

Then comes the baby

in the baby carriage.

That's not all.

That's not all.

Baby's drinking alcohol.

Get in the back!

Get in the back.

Chess, I want you to lay

down and stay there, baby.

You understand me?

I thought you said

you killed him.

You f***ing lied.

You said he was dead.

You lied.

Mommy!

It's ok.

It's ok baby.

Cover your ears.

Nah, I ain't touching no gun.

Ah, sh*t.

Give me that f***ing gun.

I'm out of bullets.

I'm out of bullets.

This mother f***er,

I'm a get his ass.

Stay down, chess!

Stay down!

I can't hit him!

He's bleeding.

He's been shot.

Asher, he's been shot!

I have dreamed so many times

I have burnt his

name from my skin

leaving me with open

wounds and deeper scars.

Here, I have no eyes, but

I have a tongue and ears.

I hear my father's

foot steps stomping

through the corridors of my

brain, eating at my walls.

He does not know that

I stand behind him.

I pulled back his head

and expose his throat.

I cut it.

I weep as I drop his

body to the floor.

I cut off my father's hands.

They seem bigger

than I remember.

I start a fire and

cook them until they're

black and charred.

I kneel in the mud like I

did once when I was a boy.

I lift my father's

hands towards my mouth

licking his rough palms

until my tongue bleeds.

Then I awake.

I'm exhausted by this long

lapse of time eager to go home.

They should have

put that man down...

Mama.

Like a dog when

they had the chance.

I'm sorry.

But Asher...

Asher was trying to help.

Ivan was released, and

he came to our house.

I don't want to hear any more.

I don't want to hear any more.

That boy brought this trouble

to your porch, and now look.

You don't think I know that?

But we both know it would have

only been a matter of time

before Ivan came

sniffing around here.

He's going to be ok.

It's my fault.

Sh.

Don't blame yourself, child.

There's no time for that.

Get you some rest, baby.

You can sleep in my room.

I'll stay with him.

I can't leave him.

I'll be here.

You don't want him to wake

up and find you like this.

It ain't fair.

Ok.

Let me know when he wakes up.

Jesus, Asher.

You scared me.

You hungry?

Damn.

Why did you stop writing me?

Was it something I did?

Well, you certainly

made up for lost time.

You can sleep out here tonight.

What?

It's more comfortable

than the one at my place.

Sit down.

That's what I said.

That's not the real reason

you stopped writing me, is it?

Hm?

His one eye is big as that?

Bigger.

Are you sure?

I told you I seen him, didn't I?

Yeah.

Well, how come you didn't kill

him when you had the chance?

The timing wasn't right.

Kill a beast like that, you

gotta wait until he's asleep.

Hey, where you going?

I'm coming with you.

Yes, I am.

Give him some.

Don't be a f***ing a**hole.

Look, I want to do this as

much as you do, if not more.

And I'm happy you

didn't kill him

the first time because this

time I want to watch him die.

What's in it?

I told you I'm coming

in there with you.

Mother f***er.

My dear

Nana, there are no words that

can ever repair the

damage I have brought

upon you and your family.

There is not much

more I can do to right

these wrongs, besides

what I intend to do today.

I want you to know

that I have loved you

since the first day I saw you.

The only thing I can give

you besides this truth

is what's in this bag.

M-m.

Now, listen carefully.

I do not see the

sunset this fun day.

Promise me that you will send

my body home to the mouth

of the Mississippi.

Asher.

F*** you.

I know you.

Hey.

You should have killed me

when you had the chance.

Take this f***ing retard!

Now you should be king.

From where I stand,

you should be held.

Yeah, from where we stand

they should thank you.

Ah!

Ah!

I love you.

You f***ing retard.

Mother f***er.

Hey, Asher, come on.

Get up!

Get up!

Come on.

Let's go.

Let's go.

Go.

Go.

Come on!

Make me proud!

Come on, mother f***er.

The world is not round.

Not where I stand.

It is warped,

contorted, crooked.

Now, I know revenge is

not a noble sentiment.

But god knows it is a human one.

So take me home, my brother.

Take me home.

Take me home.

Wild horses, wild sons,

like slaves on the run.

Bullets to guns.

Drop one by one.

Feathers to bone,

you're not alone.

You're not alone.

You're not alone.

This life is unrehearsed

said the preacher in verse.

From the cradle to dirt.

Silently hurts.

Like feather to bone,

you're not alone.

You're not alone.

You're not alone.

You're not alone.

You're not alone.

Like feather to bone,

you're not alone.

You're not alone.

You're not alone.

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