i dream of my aloof father and ex-fucks locked up in a room.
no connection apart from the mere fact that he had made my body and that they had cruelly used it.

a year away from him and i had gained a dirty mouth, erotic erudite.

i dream that my little sister has turned into a beast,
her firm skin attacked by thick, brittle hair,
engulfing and feasting on her outer shell.
but she still has the most nutritious, deep eyes.

i remember the first time her pink cloaks unveiled them to me, the lids were proud and the sockets expanded.

she was a good baby, i miss her. she taught me how to dream.