Candlelight, golden
Flecks across the shadowed passageway
Yellowed teardrops
Cleansing
The remainder of yesterday's sorrows
Burnt trees growing
In the middle of the desert,
Blossom.
--
An elaborate scheme—
Lies, tricks, dirty cheating people
A twisted net of what they think
Emotions are, what they think I feel.
Kidnapped.
Removal from the premises:
Loss of a patient life?
His fault, not mine.
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Don't make me.
Do it.
I'm not going to.
Do it.
I didn't even like him.
Do it.
I hated him.
Do it for your mother.
He wasn't my real father.
Do it.
--
Clip, clip.
Deoxyribose nucleic acid…
Languages turning in my head
He isn't me.
Yes he is.
I'm nothing like him.
You are his image.
I don't want to be.
Tough.
I'm not his son!
Yes, you are.
--
Screaming,
Yelling,
Admit it! Admit it!
What, are you five?
Yes! Admit it, admit it, admit—
--
Shattering…
Shattering…
Broken broken broken
Glasses
Through the stars
Broken broken broken
Repeat
Of Louisiana
Broken broken broken
Loss
Of what I loved…
Broken broken broken.
--
Say it.
No.
Say it.
I'm a young Chinese woman.
Good.
--
Hidden treasure
Victory?
After all these months, is this
An end?
Do I really deserve this?
--
You know, you were right.
Yeah. Usually am.
--
I had more fun on that strange, messed-up roadtrip than I have since Amber died.
--
Absolutes.
Finality.
Literal meanings,
Metaphors.
Alcohol through the window…
Shattering like a ten foot mirror…
Just as interesting as it was back then.
--
Hey Wilson. My dad's dead.
You have my sympathy.
--
He took my vicodin.
He kidnapped me.
He almost hit me.
He verbally harassed me.
--
If you're coming back because my helplessness is like a shining beacon of wonder to you...
Yeah?
Thats fine with me.
--
I love that kid.
--
I love him back.