dysfunctional
my mother had an incessant compulsive screech like a chainsaw in a horror movie, my father a bull-like bellow – a get out of here & leave me alone kind of thing – like a dog stuck inside his own lust I was a quiet skinny little meerkat – always watching, afraid of anyone who might discover my existence & push me back into the gaping black hole of […]
Melancholy Hyperbole 