a-daughters-wrath

[a-daughters-wrath]

“I didn’t know what else to do…” he said to me when I approached him why he did that. When he knew full well that I was depressed and not awake. He knew I wasn’t awake. He knew I didn’t want that and yet he made excuses. Excuses.

It took too long for me to finally stop denying it. Too long, now he isn’t here.

Denial.

Anger. I am past angry. I am wrathful.

Acceptance is not an option.

What he did was bullshit.

I will make him suffer.

[a-daughters-wrath]

“I love you on purpose,” she explained, “Why, what is the purpose?” He questioned as he met her eyes. “You are…” she spoke so softly and with a confidence that she doubted that even the gods could defy her words.

[a-daughters-wrath]

“And the silence in her heart was deafening, to her ears, all she could do was suffer.”

[a-daughters-wrath]

“And this time… she really didn’t have anyone to tell, for, this time, she couldn’t tell the truth.”

[a-daughters-wrath]

“I will say this now, mother of mine:

I love you like a child should, unconditionally. Yet, I despise you like any other would, for you have harmed me, you have sought to make me like you, put me on my knees to thank you for the scars, for the uncontrollable rage that boils my blood when you do it.”

“You raised me with a sharp tongue & cutting words. Taught me to have a silver tongue & thick skin.

So, mother, why are you surprised by my rage? By my wrath, the thing that has been keeping me together for ages now. How are you surprised that I am leaving the cage you have given yourself, that I feel emotions, that I am not exactly like you.”

“Did you really expect that I wouldn’t notice? How much you deny, how when you explode, break things, throw things, that they’re just tantrums so you can get your way. That I wouldn’t notice that you go right back to normal, as if nothing happened- each

&

every.

fucking.

time.

“I am not an idiot. You made sure of that. Yet now you must face your actions, mother. I am leaving,

And I am-

not.

coming.

back.