~ Carl ~
They stole my family from me.
Came into my home, took my wife and son, ripped them from me, forcibly.
I don't think there's enough room in this world for my wrath.
John insisted upon staying a while. I'd forgotten he was coming, that I'd invited him. I had difficulty articulating an explAbition, and when I was done… in the seven or so years I've known the man I don't think I've ever seen true anger as part of his expression. Now that I have, I feel ever more confident in his professional capacity; better to confide in someone who has felt some degree of the injustice I feel. And what I feel, if the words took form… they would drip red.
The scalding water coursing down my back does nothing to dull the resident, sustained fury; burning, stinging, searing my flesh, all the while
