The intricacies of my insanity
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
His father sits up quickly, like a snake ready to strike, surprising Darrius who stumbles backwards. His father smiles a bloody twisted smile and drags himself to his feet.
“We are more alike than you ever wanted to know child, more than the woman who bore you in her womb!”
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