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The Prodigy

Vigilantes.

These prodigy sons and daughters born, sent off to a public school with a tuna sandwich because father's been made redundant and mother has a drinking problem.
These prodigy sons and daughters who come home with accident forms for twisted arm, accidental fall and bruised eye.
These prodigy sons and daughters who throw chairs in high school and scream at teachers and get expelled.
These prodigy sons and daughters who learn piano notes faster than their private school friend.
These prodigy sons and daughters who cry at the side of the trolley when mothers liver has gone too far.
These prodigy sons and daughters floating from A and E to the local corner shop and buying a substance in a brown, paper bag.
These prodigy sons and daughters who claim to talk freely and yet hide beneath sheets and pages and pens of addiction.
These prodigal mothers and fathers who never had the fucking guts to warn us.
Solace in our stitches, sear them open, let out the sick. 
Written by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
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