memories are shards of glass
incomplete and sharp enough to cut
I keep them in the black box
that survived the wreckage of myself
only pulling them out when
when I want to torture myself
or make sense of what happened
or both
a few I've sanded down the sharp edges
so I can pull them out and show them off
knowing they'll never fit with the rest now
knowing they never did
this one is oblong, a deep jewled tone
it scatters light with the peel of a child's laughter
I'm four at my grandparents house
Mallory, a doll, is loaded onto a towel
chubby arms spread wide to hold frayed terrycloth
with a yank, an old man and young child
launch the doll to the ceiling
the two generations yell "splat!"
and the child falls to the ground
consumed in giggles
another is very nearly round and clear
by number the of times it's been taken out and examined
a fragment of a fragment really
it holds the rudimentary conviction
that the child was biologically incorrect
and a clear eyed determination
that no one would find out
still more held up as pretty baubles
a few childhood bedrooms
a school day ending with a nose in a book
an endless string of report cards with nearly perfect marks
oh, don't— how did that get out here?
mind the edges
they're sharp
a child telling a joke
cut off by father saying
"if my kid ever smarted off to me
I'd [inflict violence]"
and every other adult in the room laughing
here let me take that
I think— I think that's enough for now
no, no, I don't need—
I've gotten good at patching myself up
only, would you mind holding the bandages?
oh, no, no of course not don't trouble yourself
of course, yes, I understand
it's completely normal to be squeamish around blood
I'm sorry for bothering you
you needn't worry
I'll only be a moment
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ID: a four panel comic. In the first panel, a wolverine pops his head into the frame, looking concerned. a cat sits on the floor holding a book and wiping away a tear. The wolverine asks “what’s the matter, My? You’re crying!” The cat replies “I’m okay, dad… I just finished reading 1984.”
In the next three panels, they hug. The cat asks “is that really our future? A surveillance state with no way out?” The wolverine says “oh, honey… that’s not our future, that’s our present!”
The cat starts crying again and screams “AAAAAAAUHUHUHUU”
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It's always infuriated me hearing people say that children have it easy. It's only gotten worse as I've gotten older and have been able to reflect on my childhood and see the children around me grow up.
They do not have it easy. They don't get a say in most important things. They're seen is unintelligent, yet expected to understand things that full grown adults struggle with.
They've got a job, which is school, that is actually proven to not be working for a lot of them; myself included. They're expected to sit still and in silence for at least forty minutes at a time, and those with ADHD are treated as though they're immature and lazy because they often physically can't do it.
Far too many of them have abusive parents that lie through their teeth to make people think everything is fine, and of course, who would believe the child over the parent?
Aspects of abuse has been normalised. Parents are sympathised with when children open up about the things they've gone through, especially if they're not physical. They're told that their parents are only doing this because they love them, or that the child needs to start seeing things from their point of view. Meanwhile, adults can freely complain about their children on public forums and to friends and family and get away with it because "it's hard being a parent".
Fuck off and do better.
DNI Believers of narcissistic/borderline/anti-social/histrionic abuse.
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