father ad nauseam

Anything

his voice
his smell
his words
his ideas

An emotional gag reflex.
I can't stand his sadness and craze.

Sometimes I enjoy the thought of hurting him.
I'd cut his tongue and stare.
The pain or fear in his eyes.

For his blindness.

That's it, a little poem, courtesy of genetic legacy.


ps: expressing violence does have a little 'relieve' effect.