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In wildlife, the younger animals may be more vicious than the elders. When backed into a corner, they will attack.
There have been many deaths in my lifetime. I soon grew immune to death. I suppose I should’ve cried when my parents died … I should have felt something. Not a single tear dropped from my eye. I killed them. They had it coming, they were the ones after all that left me in the back of a hearse when I was younger. They locked me inside of a casket with a dead man.
I didn’t shed a tear even when the corpse's droopy eye fell out and rolled onto my face.
Days have passed and the casket opened and lights flooded my face. Men in white took me.
I lived in a basement full of strange things. I swear I was seeing things when I saw a boy with a giant eyeball for a head walk by. I didn’t like him with his stare. I blame my days in the casket with an eye stuck on my face. I suppose it was haunting for a small boy. It changed me and I will never be the same.
I had a pet rat that I fed fingers to. These men in white, I called them the twinkle pizza people, gave me their fingers. They never laid a hand on me again. They kept their distance and slid me pizza with a ten foot pole. Since they weren’t supplying me with fingers I fed my rat pizza. Later, I found out that the pizza was poisoned and my rat died. They tried to kill me.
I thought all was lost until I noticed my rat had dug a whole under my bed. It was big enough for me to hide in. The Twinkle Pizza people came in tiptoeing in their white slippers very silent and sneaky, but I came out from under the bed with a plastic spoon and gouged their eyes out. I left never to be seen again.
In the 1800s, people in comas were buried alive, because they had symptoms of death. Their hearts and brains were thought to be taken over by demons. Some had string tied to their finger so when they did move the man watching the grave would dig them back up.
I was born in the wrong century I could have made a killing back in those days.
I do have memories of dear old mom and dad;
Mom, “ We don't make mistakes … We only make happy little accidents. That's how we made you Ted.”
Dad, “Ted, you look sensuous … sensuous up, get me a beer.” He puffed cigarette smoke in my face and laughed.
My parents weren't the perfect role models and maybe
that's why I am so fucked up today.
Tony's Italian restaurant was mom and dad's restaurant where
they had their first date.
I never liked their food, they put ketchup in their spaghetti. The meatballs tasted like dog food.
“Eat or go hungry, “ my dad would say followed by a smack to the face.
I shoveled that shit down and every time when I dig holes I am reminded by it.
I shoveled until the handle broke and I didn't feel the splinter in my hand. I felt nothing.
I feel nothing. Soon you will feel nothing.
“Eat or go hungry,” I said to the worms.
I tied a string to their fingers and when it moved I felt something … A smile came to my face.
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Kyle Shamburg
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