The Pointless Book

Extract From A Book I'll Never Write #20

Father,

I was so angry. I could not reach you with the claws you gave me.

Every year you drowned, and we ran and ran, but we could not escape that silent house.

In the end, your little crows were only made as bait to call you back once more. You're lost in the noise.

I learned your language to warm the hell you built from the depths.