Do you take it?
I did.
After 20 years of being flung around on a roller coaster, nothing seemed like a better idea than sinking into a cozy armchair, surrounded by calm eaters.
Growing up with sightings of a monster squatting in the toilet with spoons and needles, potentially setting the house on fire with candles... Locked bedroom doors with strange grunts of stifled screams... Aggression knocking on the front door with strange adults walking in and out of the house, looking like emaciated zombies lusting for their next fix of brain numbing chemicals.
Fighting. Screaming. Crying. Cutting. Blood. Insults. Degradation. And time spent in fetal position, wishing the womb had never expelled this worthless piece of shit.
Let down after let down. Who in their right mind would stay?
I guess the ouroboros doesn't discern with fairness who it strikes.
Spinning round and round in circles, moving so fast, moving so far, running and running as fervently as these little legs could take me.... Stop. Scan. Wait a minute. I'm right at the same spot, with my tail jammed into my mouth, halfway down my throat. There's no escaping patterns. Conscious? Subconscious?
They say the apple never falls far from the tree. I thought I was the apple that got picked to become apple sauce in a factory far away, set on an adventure that would open new doors and pathways.
No.
The apple ends up being brought to the factory, and sold to a place that leaves it feeling just as broken.
The blades that dice the apple core is unforgiving, shredding the very heart that brought life to the fruit. It loses it's essence as it crumbles into a soppy purée, giving way to instructions on how to preserve it's dreams of becoming applesauce. At this point, the apple isn't even sure if this is what it wants anymore.
What will become of the apple?
Stay tuned.
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