Father

Its not something

That disappears, 

Not completely 

That such feelings could fall under

The false pretenses of reconciliation, 

Is a lie. 

In the name of peace and 
Resolving tension

Such strong feelings of 

Disappointment and shame 

Never run out, never entirely 

I know that. You know that

The silence that stretches between us

Beyond a small embrace and apology 

Because these feelings never disappear. 

They are scorched upon the skin, upon the night sky 

And if you should forget, or have even already forgotten

It would remain in my cloudy memory

The way such vitriol coated your lips 

The volume reaching to such heights I was afraid of anyone else 

Seeing my failure

It never disappears, it lives on
Creating another unspoken fissure

That we jump over and over again

Reminded of it, of this little shattered thing, 

Forever. 

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[John the Baptist]

Words can hurt, sometimes long after they are spoken. This testimony from a victim of such verbal abuse is testimony to that.