dad

If I could, I’d rather dissolve your body with my stomach acid than ever let you enter the perimeter of my cornea
If I could, I'd rather scatter your atoms to break you from within
If I could, I'd rather stab your guts instead of inviting you to drink a cup of tea
If I could, I’d reduce you to ashes and force your vessel to spew you onto a filthy roadside, where you’d blend with the mud and be trampled by passing wheels
Will you ever find the right way to undo your mistakes before they crush you under their weight, trapping you within the walls of your repressed emotions?
Will you at least accept them?
I don't think you will
I miss you.