tell me how a love, so fierce and unbreakable
that it can withstand even the blade of Excalibur,
crumbles into dust in an instant?
because my father once loved my mother
with such fervor;
he inked his skin with her nicknames
and the beauty she wore.
he vowed forever to give all of him to her
and never dare lay a hand on her.
but the timeworn plot
finally became twisted
when he began pouring all his violent outbursts
onto her while she was bearing his children,
breaking every limb and bone in her body
until she begged him for mercy
to bring back the man,
who pleaded with her many times
to set down the same blade in her hand
that she found on her mother's deathbed,
then the time when i was still in her womb,
and the last time she placed the blade
around my throat.

every now and then that i think of my mere existence,
i ask myself what might have happened in the house
where my mother had been raised.
was it lively and loud,
or was it filled with deafening silence?
i also contemplate upon the source of the poison
running in my father's bloodstream.
where could it have come from?
was it from his own father,
or did it come from the blood on his very own hands?
because they turned him into a demon,
of which i became the victim of his wicked, manipulative schemes;
and they left my mother powerless against him,
forcing her to live such life
built on a twisted kind of love.

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