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The Color Dread

The Color Dread

I was five years old. daddy-Monster told me to take out the trash. I remember the color dread. What if I did it wrong? Then daddy-Monster would explode. But he didn’t explode. I must have done it right. I remember catholic...
COMPUTER VIRUS

COMPUTER VIRUS

daddy-Monster, I remember … I was three years old. You beat me as I was lying in bed. You blamed me for the beating. The worst part of the beating is that I believed your lie. Through countless other acts of violence, you confirmed...
Truth & Denial

Truth & Denial

Truth, the ugly Truth. The violence of generations. Too painful to bear. Locked tightly away in a “safe” room. Do not open that door! No one wants to know. Squander the years away – in feigned ignorance. The door cracks open and...
Ocean Rescue – Fail

Ocean Rescue – Fail

When I was ten, my daddy-Monster carried me out of the Pacific Ocean, yet failed to rescue me. Ten years old:One decade of domestic violence.One decade of explosive terror –from daddy-Monster. My parents drive usto Southern Californiato visit relativesand enjoy the...
BREAKFAST IN THE TWILIGHT ZONE

BREAKFAST IN THE TWILIGHT ZONE

(Trauma Warning!)Fourteen years old: I’m in bed for the night, but still awake. Daddy-Monster enters my room. I pretend to be asleep. He pinches my nose closed with his fingers. I open my mouth to breathe. He covers my mouth with his...
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