Don't Ask Me About My Dad

Growing up with him was like being in my own war zone, living in perpetual fear of when the bombs would fall.I was terrified of becoming him, and in moments I could feel I might. He still lives within me grimly like some battered demon spright. And I’m fearful of his shadow. The rage, and his blood. There are some moments when he arrives and I want to tear up the whole world with my bare hands, an...