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the prodigal child

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"where did i go wrong?"
he
wonders as the two sit
speechless
"I'm sorry that I failed you Father"
carefully
avoiding eye
contact
both
throats burning
reaching out
with
no hands
and a
clear liquid runs
down the old man's aged visage
"i would have given anything...anything..."
sorrow filled
eyes
and regret
overflow
"I'm sorry, Daddy, I never meant to hurt you"
but no words
pass through
lips
every word went unsaid
that may have saved
he knew
and as he gently ran his fingers across
his only child's face and
the rope around her neck
as the sound of blood
dripped from her wrists

he laughed