Origin

My eyes
To his eyes
His smell was like my own.

My real father
Sat before me
Now I was now fully grown.

The atmosphere became charged
Electrons racing
Memory's erasing
New images fully formed.

He told me his truth
I accepted his plea
On why he left me
Before I was 18.

I had hitchhiked from the truth
Submerging my fantasy's
In packing paper
Ducking for cover
As the bubbles popped around me.

He was the author of my pain
Standing in the door frame
I'm sure he received a fright
In my mind
Like now, as it was then
He died tonight.

I dart from my chair
There is only darkness here
I place my hands around his neck
Until his breath becomes a wheeze
And in my lunacy proceed to squeeze.

I awake from my slumber
Cold, dread
Covered in sweat.

My eyes meets my sons
His fingers find my throat
And with one fluid motion
Begins to choke.

The cold becomes the heat
As the cycle becomes complete.
The night loses one less monster...

...But gains another.