ily ki
y of my return home, they
d me, screamed I was a "defiler." He
r. He used a rusty handsaw to cut off my hand. He shoute
I came back, called me an "abomination.
ilo and sealed the hatch. As the air thinned
h
ket. It had to
moments before. A "welcome home" gift, she said. A
y loving family tu
derstand. I
have a se
edroom window. The air smells of fresh bread
on the wall. It' s the
e day they
day I will
humming a hymn. I hear my fat
ight footsteps co
g to give me
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