CHILLED WREN FOR BREAKFAST
I wish to fictionalize no longer. She is insane There is no justification for what she did and when I said I didn’t love you I meant it. I still mean it. She made me eat out of the trash, because I wasn’t grateful, because I would not eat what she gave me. She threw it out and made me eat it out of the trash.
Oh, But don’t you remember? I remember. I will remember for you. I will show you what you did you fucking bitch. You are careless. You are a hijacker. You are cold and selfish. You are false. You are no mother. If I can never have a mother then you can never have a daughter because I renounce your lineage. And I will keep my name but only as a reminder that I survived it’s baptism. I will bring fame to this name that I was branded with. I will bring infamy to your crimes. Your history is public property. That is the punishment. Because I have only begun writing.
So this is the story of a husband and wife who have chilled wren for breakfast and the rest of the family eats alone.
Holly Knox Rhame
January 2012
