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You take what you can get. You always find a way to make do. Your mother taught you that. Your mother drank wine through a straw. When you were fifteen, you watched her take down your father's hunting rifle from above the fireplace and shoot your dog, your best friend, that had got run over by your neighbour's truck and had to be put down. When you were fifteen your mother held you as you cried about your dog, your best friend, that had got run over by your neighbour's truck and had to be put down. She didn't say a word as you did but when you were fifteen, you caught her weeping in the middle of the night to your father, who apologized that she had to shoot that damned dog because he couldn't because he had a bad back in those days and couldn't handle the recoil. Your mother was that kind of woman.

You left that pre-chewed house at seventeen. Your mother didn't try to stop you but wept for many days. For three years you lived alone, trying to find someone to soothe your gums and proofread your electrocardiograms, writing UPPERCASE POEMS on bathroom mirrors with your finger after you showered. I followed you heliotropically at that time, sticking to you like wet clothes on salt-skin. One night the traffic lights held you upright and you told me you felt like interstate. I asked you what that meant and you told me it was a jesus allegory. I said not everything had to be a jesus allegory but in those days your ribs were metal-alloy.

Two years later you will return to that ovoviviparous house and your mother will kiss you and rub earth in your hair and tell you stories about the screamers and the tiger shark embryos. She will bury her tree root hands into your shoulders, crying, "Never leave again. Never leave again. Never leave again."

You are now in the womb of your mother. To escape you must eat your sister and brother. This is a sibling blood rivalry, your magnum opus—they call it natural order; you called it matricide.
god damn dog
dog damn god

alt title: Don't smoke. Wear a seatbelt. You are someone's magnum opus.

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Given 2013-03-16
tiger sharks by ~eloquence-fair is intricately brilliant. ( Featured by Nichrysalis )
Karinta Mar 17, 2013  Student General Artist
Poetry + prose = this. :hug:
clockquirk Mar 16, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
I really like the part "She will bury her tree root hands into your shoulders" and "rub earth in your hair"
the writing style is really cool :} I like how it's random but yet it all connects
Congratulations on the well deserved DD!
A-Lovely-Anxiety Mar 16, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
This is amazing, and you have deserved the DD. I'm very much glad that this piece touches me so much, and I'm glad you have written it.
ovoviviparous ... wow!
using that word at all,
let alone as brilliantly
as you do, is breathtaking

but only some moms
are ovoviviparous and
require their old/young
to undergo two births

well deserved DD :frail:
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Ah ... yay me. It was worthy of thought, certainly.
ami-x Mar 16, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
I don't really understand..
minninnewah Mar 16, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
How very strange.. Cool read
I... do not understand. Can someone please explain this to me? ):
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