I was born into a home in which none of the surviving generations understood it’s own name. foundations set with quicksand, doors rotating whichever had the least holes punched into the frame.
living there was dangerous, when not one of the members learned how to swim, from struggling to keep my head above water to fearing riptides behind every gesture, i never learned how to inhale security, so that I couldn’t tell that I was swimming quite well until long after my body washed up on the shore. Drowning despite knowing full well that most humans don’t disguise tidal waves of anger tightly in their repitoire.

© AleCat 2017

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