My dad cried
she was with child.
a mild shock went up my spine fallowed with sickening realization.
degeneration of my own life had begun.
anyone could have seen it coming but me.
she was silent.
while I fell into a violent void.
humanoid, less than human.
subhuman mess of a man denied the love of another.
other for months, and then she called.
appalled at herself, miscarried.
she ended it right there.
I hid myself away.
my dad sat me down and we cried.
he wanted my life to be different.
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