The
bathroom gas tap
was an option to escape.
I asked my father,
"Is there life after death?"
I waited...
while he considered his answer:
"Some people believe there is;
some don’t".
I decided to live...
what life I had left.
Since the day my
father died,
his violence ended.
On the toilet seat,
I met a new
Father.
I could neither see Him
nor hear Him.
Just silence and...
peace He gave me,
Assured me that...
He would save me!
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