Nihilism crawled into me At first slippery and silently Charismatic This lack of empathy
Maybe it first saw me when I was thirteen Burning my hands to make dishes clean An angry father talking family No gas no groceries just soap and steam
βIβm going to beat youβ my father said Thereβd been a dog In the coup though no chickens dead My brother weeped and clutched his head My hands sticky with feathers ripped and red