My Father Die Page #4
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
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
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.
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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