Harvest Lane from Honest Comedy by Infinity Land

My first memory is sticking a key in an electrical socket. Then wanting to be a fireman. We used to smash our toys when we got tired of them. Then we tried to dig a hole to China. One of the older boys brought me behind the couch, made me pretend I was a girl. I’ll never forget the orange and brown fabric. We let my pet rabbit loose and threw rocks at it. Lighting fires, pissing in the toy box. Being a kid was weird. Don't tell my mom what I’ve done. The next thing I can remember is waking up one day to my mom not being there, and her blood smeared everywhere. Footprints all over the kitchen, splashed on the TV cabinet. It was so red. True Crime books always tell you it’s brown, but I remember it being really red. Not like a wound but like a dog’s dick. Don’t tell my mom what I’ve done. Now I just let it eat at me. The distractions are pointless. Drinking and smoking, snorting, running, popping, laughing, and cumming. Honest Comedy. Relics of repressed memories pieced back together right where it all went wrong. Pull back the skin to see my smile, grinding my teeth until they’re loose. Were you lucky enough to drift out of your body at the perfect moment to watch innocence die? When it happens, it’s beautiful as it is horrible. The misery of an escape I can barely facilitate.

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