The Humble Abode

Clockwork Owl

For a second, you thought I was a fool. You thought I slept in my drool, but I’m awake in your school for the sick. I’m paying full attention. I won’t fail to mention how you looked at her legs. She’s grasping every word and praying that he’ll notice her. How much will you take? How much will you take of his lies? Follow through. Now it’s that time again. You came to watch her fall asleep. When her eyelids close at last you’ll creep beneath her sheets. You left when the clock struck three, before her parents were awake. Now you’ll walk home with a feeling that you’ll never shake. Take him away, boys; tell him to have an attorney. Take him away, boys; make sure he never comes back. He’ll proudly rot in the filth in which he slowly became. Counting days, upon nights, on a full eclipse. He is the clockwork owl. He is the clockwork.

December 22 2011 | - Read More →

Dear Lawrence Ruiz,

Now that you’re back in the only home you will ever know, I hope you can reflect on everything you’ve done and everyone you’ve hurt and disturbed over the past decade. I want you to remember the night you pushed me down the stairs and walked away with a grin on your face. I want you to remember the night I kicked open the front door and you were circling the floor in the spot you attempted to murder my mother. I want you to know that you will never be considered anything close to a father or a husband; you’re a walking excuse of God’s mistake and you will never succeed, you will never flourish, and you will never be loved. I can’t help but think that with every breath you waste is another breath my father didn’t get to take. You’re a hopeless flaw and I hope you rot behind bars for the rest of your life. Welcome home.

-Cody, the one you failed to raise.