Professional Documents
Culture Documents
Jacob Menke
menkejacob@gmail.com
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Any combination of actors from all races, genders, and body types can play all characters, but
the actor playing Blue Eyes must be stunningly attractive, whatever that means.
For My Father
For My Mother
And For Mikey
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I could do that.
You could have my eyes.
My big blue eyes.
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I am alone at night.
I am trying to stay quiet.
The walls are thin.
If I knock they will knock back.
I should be asleep.
Give it a rest.
I cannot rest.
I am looking at photos.
Things that are forbidden.
Things that should not be seen.
I am excited by them.
I am disgusted by them.
Why am I like this?
Why am I seeing these things?
I didn’t try to see them.
I didn’t search for them.
They found me.
They hunted me.
They made me watch.
It’s not my fault.
It’s not my fault.
Blue Eyes?
Do you think,
Well,
Do you think he,
No, my love,
I don’t think,
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No, my love.
I need to rest.
I cannot rest.
I need to rest.
I cannot rest.
I search for more photos.
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Blue Eyes?
Yes, my love?
You are.
You are the most beautiful man I have ever seen.
I’m sad my son looks like me.
I want my son to look like you.
You are.
You are beautiful.
I love your eyes.
I love your big blue eyes.
They are.
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Thank you.
I wanted to marry you too.
I wanted to be your wife.
I loved you for a long time.
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Blue eyes?
I mean,
Dad?
Yes, my son?
I have to go.
You’re so beautiful.
Your eyes are so blue.
They are like marbles.
I have to go.
Your mother will be home soon.
I have to go sell insurance.
I understand.
I get it.
You look at photos at night.
You feel disgusted.
Okay.
I’ll see you soon,
Dad.
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A wife.
A home.
A job.
A car.
White picket fences.
Friendly faces.
The American dream.
The way it should be.
Although...
I never wanted kids.
The shit.
The piss.
The time.
The money.
The questions.
So complicated.
She says.
It’s a mess.
I don’t want to stay with family.
I have my son.
And my Blue Eyes.
And he is beautiful.
And everything is perfect
I say.
Everything is perfect.
Teeth together
Lips apart
Teeth together
Lips apart
Teeth together
Lips apart.
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I am alone at night.
I’m trying to stay quiet.
The walls are thin.
I look at photos.
I am disgusted.
I am excited.
I look at photos.
The walls are thin.
I hear a breath.
A cry?
A sob.
She knows the walls are thin.
Her husband.
My father.
Blue Eyes is still not back.
and push
them down.
My son?
My mother.
I do.
It is.
I suppose.
I know.
You have my eyes.
Why?
As long as we need.
I mean,
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Please.
Just for a week then.
Please.
My love, a week?
So much can happen in a week.
A client could break his back.
A client could lose his home.
Please.
Just for a day then.
Please.
My love, a day?
So much can happen in a day.
A client could lose his job.
A client could break his car.
I can go alone.
You can care for our son.
I will.
I love you both.
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I am alone at night.
I don’t need to be quiet.
Blue Eyes is not here.
But I cannot be loud.
I am afraid he left an ear behind.
I look at photos.
I am drunk.
I am drunk with a client.
I am drunk with a client in my home.
I am in my home.
Can anyone hear us?
No, we are alone.
I hear music.
I hear laughing.
Two men.
The music is loud.
He forgot I am here.
He forgot I am here.
I don’t hear laughing anymore.
The music is loud.
But I still hear the silence.
I can hear everything in the silence.
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We should go to Spain.
I have a friend we can stay with.
We should go to Spain.
I am with family.
They hug me and kiss me
They tell me they love me
They tell me they care.
I am so far away.
I am getting trapped here.
I am letting myself get trapped.
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Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Only for a week.
I run the books.
I am the man.
She would never know.
She never calls.
I am with my mother.
She never clips her nails.
They have grown
And grown
And grown.
They trail around the room.
They create ribbons in the walls.
They have formed a cocoon around her.
They have formed a cocoon around my family.
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I am scared of flying.
I have never flown before
But I am scared of it.
Are you afraid?
I remember.
What will Mom say?
You're welcome.
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I say hello.
Son, say hello.
This is my friend.
He has big ears.
We are staying in his home.
My family is good to me
They tell me I’m beautiful
They thank me for coming
They fill me with praise
But also…
They load me with worries
They fill me with fears
They tell me I can save them
And I want to save them
I want to help them
I want to feel wanted
I want to be a person
I want to be the perfect daughter
The perfect sister
The perfect aunt
The perfect person.
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Hello?
Hello?
Hello?
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Hello?
How are things?
I finally got away.
I finally called.
Things are not so good here.
Things are getting worse.
How is home?
Are you feeding the dogs?
Are you going to classes?
Are you doing your homework?
Are you eating your vegetables?
How is Blue Eyes?
Is he taking care of you?
Is he helping lots of clients?
Is he washing the dishes?
Is he doing the laundry?
Are you helping him?
How are the neighbors?
Are you being nice?
Do they ask about me?
Do any of them ask about me?
Do they know that I’m gone?
Do they care?
Do they ask how I am?
Do they ask if I’m sad?
How are you?
Do you miss me?
Does Blue Eyes miss me?
Do you miss me?
I miss you.
Hello?
I can’t hear you.
Hello?
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Photos of nieces
Photos of nephews
Photos of cousins
Photos of friends
Line the wall of the stairs.
This house is big
The stairs seem endless
They go up
And up
And up...
Some photos are old
Some are new
Some are facing the wall
Some are ripped apart
Some have broken glass
Some have lipstick marks.
I think Big Ears wears lipstick
I’d like to try his lipstick
Maybe I could be beautiful
Maybe I can borrow some
Maybe Blue Eyes won’t mind
Maybe I can be beautiful.
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He is handsome
He has no intentions
Good intentions
Kind intentions
Hello.
He joins me by the water.
He joins me in the sand.
Hello.
He says.
How are you?
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He says.
He is sweet
Protects it
Cherishes it
We laugh.
We talk.
We laugh.
I drink too much.
It’s just enough.
I drink too much.
It’s just enough.
I see his eyes.
He sees through mine.
I see his eyes.
He sees through mine.
I feel his thigh.
He licks his lips.
I feel his thigh.
He licks his lips.
We start to dance.
He grabs my dick.
We start to dance.
He grabs my dick.
He kisses me.
I don’t kiss back.
He kisses me.
I don’t kiss back.
I drink too much.
It’s not enough.
I drink too much.
It’s not enough.
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My love?
My Blue Eyes?
My Blue Eyes?
My love?
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My love?
I miss you too.
I want you to come home too.
I want you to be happy.
Hello?
It’s so good to hear your voice.
I am alone at night.
I am thinking of silver.
I am thinking of sand.
I am warm and happy.
Is it late?
My mind is upside down.
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I don’t know.
The sun isn’t the same.
The moon isn’t the same.
I’ve lost my way.
Blue Eyes…
No, my love.
It was us.
Driving with the hood down.
The wind blowing in our face.
Music was playing so loud.
You saw me with those big blue eyes.
You held my hand.
I’ve never forgotten it.
Even
It’s nothing.
Tell me.
Please.
Even
Even when I loved my other husband.
Even when I had his child.
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I have to go.
I have to go.
Alright.
I’ll see you soon.
I’ll come home soon.
Okay.
I love you.
I have to go.
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I shouldn’t.
Alright.
I slip away.
The lights are bright and dark.
The room glitters and shakes.
The lights are bright and dark.
My son is like me
I say in disgust
My son is like me
I see him
Smiling
Happy
Beautiful
Alive
Like I used to dream
My son is like me
I say in disgust
My son is like me.
I see it all
I see it all
The music is loud
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He picks me up
He grabs my thigh
He pulls my hair
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I feel so loved
I feel so wanted
Oh God
In the corner
By the drinks
I see a boy
The boy is tall
He is handsome
He has thick black hair
And round brown eyes
He had no intentions
Good intentions
Kind intentions
He watches my son
His fist is clenched
He holds a drink
I say hello.
I want to go home.
I can’t stand this any longer.
I love you.
I’ll call you when I get home.
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I put on music
Something fun
Something young
I kiss the brown haired boy
With all his good intentions
I kiss him
And I open our motel door
And I kiss him
It doesn’t work
It’s not the same
It doesn’t work
I’m feeling nothing
I slap myself
He kisses me
My lips are bright red
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I want more
I put on the lipstick
Delicately
Carefully
He helps me
I feel beautiful
It doesn’t work
It’s not the same
It doesn’t work
I’m feeling nothing
I bite his neck
Too hard
I’m sorry
I’m sorry
I bend his arm
Too much
I’m sorry
I’m sorry
I say
I have to go
I’m sorry.
I shouldn’t be awake
We’re dancing to music
I look so beautiful
I feel so beautiful
I’ve never felt this good.
Blue Eyes
I mean,
What is this?
What are you wearing?
What’s happening?
What is this?
This is nothing.
I’m just having fun.
We’re just having fun.
This is nothing.
I didn’t mean anything.
I didn’t mean to make you mad.
Why are you mad?
Now!
I am your father!
And I’ve had enough!
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I told you.
Just sleep.
Just sleep now.
It’s okay to sleep.
I will.
Thank you, Blue Eyes,
I mean,
It’s okay.
You’re welcome.
Dad?
I didn’t want to leave.
I wanted to stay forever.
Is that bad?
I wanted to run away
And fake my death
And live on that beach
And in that club
And with those lights.
Is that bad?
No.
That’s not bad, my son.
No.
That’s not bad at all.
Dad?
I felt things on that beach
And in that club
And with those lights.
Is that bad?
But
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Okay.
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I am home.
I am home alone.
The newspapers have piled.
The garbage has flies.
The car is still in the garage.
Where is my family?
Have they disappeared?
Is there a gas leak?
Was there a war?
Were they kidnapped?
Are they dead?
Were they murdered?
Were they chopped into tiny bits
And left in mailboxes
And fed to animals
And buried in dirt
And nothing else.
Hello my love.
Hey Mom.
Today.
I’ve been gone a long time.
So have you.
Okay.
Goodnight.
I give her a kiss.
She does not look at me.
Whispering a question.
Question repeated.
Harsher tone.
Short response.
Clarifying response.
More words.
In a condescending tone.
Whispering a question.
It is rhetorical.
Genuine response.
Lashing out.
Growing louder.
Reigning it in.
Holds breath.
Makes no noise.
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Listens harder.
Chastising words.
Accusations.
On the defensive.
Accusations back.
Inhale of breath.
Growing anger.
Growing anger.
Offhand comment.
Resentment to comment.
Raising voice.
Responds in kind.
Refers to trip.
Pleads innocence.
Uses son as scapegoat.
Screams.
Slams hand on table.
Pointed, accusative tone.
Screams back.
Louder than before.
Change of tactic.
Crocodile tears.
Frustrated disbelief.
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Further accusations.
Cruel insults.
Genuine fury.
Genuine disgust.
Punches a wall.
Shatters a plate.
Responds in kind.
Refers to son.
Accusation of apathy.
Accusation of ignorance.
Accusation of infidelity.
Accusation of emotional abuse.
Accusation.
Accusation.
Accusation.
Brutal, honest truth.
Opening of bottle.
Muffled tears of frustration.
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Internalizes conflict.
Tries to go to sleep.
Cannot sleep.
Looks at photos.
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I’ve never felt so alone. I’ve never felt so alone. I’ve never felt so alone
It’s just I miss my family. I’ve made such huge mistakes.
You know. I miss the fighting. I don’t want to fight anymore.
Hard. I miss the crying. I don’t want to cry anymore.
I don’t know what to say to them. I miss the tears. I can’t say anything to make it better.
I don’t know what I could say. I miss the lies. They’d think I was lying.
They never listen to me. I miss it all. They’d never listen.
At least I don’t think they do. I feel so lonely. I just want to run away.
Am I a bad son? My son isn’t ready for this. I never wanted this life.
I don’t think I am. I can’t talk to him. I just wanted to be happy.
Maybe they’re bad parents. I need support. I didn’t want to be a parent.
But then who has good parents? I want to be loved. I just wanted to be needed.
Maybe we’re all supposed to be alone. Is that so bad? I didn’t want to be alone.
Maybe love was a mistake. I want to be loved. I’m always so close to love.
Maybe I should just focus on me. I feel like an idiot. I tried so hard to love them
Maybe I should just try to be happy. It’s so hard to be happy. I ’m trying so hard.
Everybody deserves a chance. How didn’t I see? I can still do it.
Everybody deserves a chance to be happy. It’s so hard to be happy. I can play this game.
I want to know what it’s like. I wish I could see my family. I can win their love.
You know? I wish I wasn’t alone. I can bend these rules.
I want to know what it’s like. I just want to talk to someone. I can win their game.
Maybe this is all for the best. Anyone. I’ll be the perfect husband.
That must be true. Maybe I’m supposed to call them. I just needed a push.
Maybe this is all for the best. Maybe this is all for the best. Maybe this is all for the best.
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My son?
Are you awake?
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We need to talk.
Are you awake?
We need to talk.
Yes, I am awake.
First:
You need to know we love you.
You need to know this isn’t your fault.
You need to know this changes nothing.
You need to know that this is over now.
No.
No.
No.
Second:
Blue Eyes and I are having troubles.
Blue Eyes and I need some help.
Blue Eyes and I are going to work this out.
Blue Eyes and I a re going to die alone.
A month.
A year.
Time flew by.
ho
Time flies w
Third:
My family is going to stay with us.
My family is going to live in this house.
My family is going to help us out.
My family My family is going to help.
Okay.
Thank you for telling me.
Is that all?
Yes.
Okay.
Thank you for telling me.
I’m going to sleep.
You should too.
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Okay.
They remember you.
They’ll expect a hello.
Every one of them.
Do you remember their names?
I can try.
I remember them.
They are my family.
I remember them.
Even my Mother?
And my Father?
And my brothers?
And my sisters?
And my nephews?
And my nieces?
And my cousins?
And my aunts?
And my uncles?
And their cousins?
And their nieces?
And their nephews?
And their sisters?
And their brothers?
And their fathers?
Even their mothers?
I can try.
I will remember them.
For you.
For us.
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I will remember.
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I am alone at night.
My bed is large and empty.
My husband i s utter shit
My Blue Eyes is full.. of s
He’s downstairs on the couch.
It’s been a few nights like this.
I knock on the wall.
My son.
My Mother.
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It has.
I’m sorry for that.
I’m sorry I’ve been distant.
It’s okay.
I’m sorry I lied to you.
I did.
I’m sorry I lied to you.
They are.
All of them.
I’m worried our home isn’t big enough.
They won’t be comfortable.
What do you think?
They’ll be fine.
They can get used to it.
Oh.
I did.
I can’t seem to remember what though.
No.
I don’t think it was.
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Okay.
Okay.
I’m sorry.
We can talk about something else.
What would you like to talk about?
Many things.
I want to talk about love.
I want to talk about life.
I want to talk about fucking.
I want to talk about the future.
I want to talk about what it all means.
But you don’t want to talk about that.
So I don’t bring it up.
And I say nothing.
Okay.
I’m sorry.
I’ll let you sleep.
I love you so much.
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I am with my mother.
We never clip our nails.
They have grown
And grown
And grown.
They trail around the room.
They have already created ribbons in the walls.
They have formed a cocoon around us.
They have formed a cocoon around my family.
It’s almost done.
I can see the light disappearing.
My son and Blue Eyes watching.
My mother taking my hand.
She laughs and holds me.
She cries and says she’s here.
They are scratching into the walls.
Ripping into the couch.
Tearing into my heart.
I don’t want to cut them.
Why did I ever want to cut them?
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Dad?
I mean,
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Well,
Nevermind.
Talk to me.
You are my son.
Talk to me.
Yes.
That sounds about right.
Well, my son.
Sometimes these things happen.
Sometimes you have to hide.
In a closet I mean.
Do you see?
Yes.
So you see, what I mean...
Sometimes family.
Well.
Family.
They.
Sometimes.
Yes.
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My son?
My father.
I do remember Spain.
I remember light and dark.
I remember big ears.
I remember soft beaches.
What do you remember?
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My love?
I’m sorry.
I do.
Be a father.
Be a husband.
I will.
I will make things right.
I will try.
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I’m lonely.
When things go wrong
When life gets harder
When you think you can bear it all
It’s just so lonely.
I wish I could be held.
I wish my wife would hold me.
I wish she would let me try.
I wish I can make her happy.
I want to be happy.
I am a person.
I am a person.
I am a person.
I am a person.
I am not their servant.
I am not their slave.
I am a person.
I am allowed a break.
I am allowed some sleep
I am a person.
No, listen,
I am a person.
I am a person.
Stop laughing.
It’s not a joke.
I am a person.
I am a person.
They love me.
They do.
And I love them.
But I am not them.
I am a person.
Alright?
I am a person.
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So inconsiderate, so selfish.
Talking. Screaming.
Chatting. Yelling.
Gossiping. Gushing.
Fighting. Ranting.
Whispering.
Tattling.
Yelling. J abbering.
Cackling. Blathering.
Snorting. Gushing.
Ranting. Yakking.
Prattling. Gossiping.
Gabbing. Chatting.
Gushing. Whispering.
Muttering. Fighting.
Babbling. Cackling.
Tattling. Snorting.
Jabbering. Muttering.
Yakking. Prattling.
Blathering. Gabbing.
Screaming. Talking.
Thank you.
That’s better.
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I am alone at night.
The bed is large and empty
I never knew how large it was.
Sorry.
Is it lonely up there?
Are you cold?
Do you need another blanket?
I’m fine.
I’m trying to be alone.
I’m never alone.
My family is always around.
I love them.
But my family is always around.
They took up the house.
That’s why you’re here.
On my floor.
Next to my bed.
I want to be alone at night.
Sorry.
Here.
Now shut up.
I’m trying to be alone.
Sorry.
I remember.
I know they hate me.
I hate you.
I think.
I never want you in this bed again.
I think.
You ripped my heart apart.
Did you know that?
You ripped my heart apart.
I never want you in this bed again.
I’m sorry.
Shut up!
I’m trying to be alone!
I’m lonely.
I want to be touched.
I want to touch someone.
Is that so bad?
Is that such a crime?
What am I supposed to do?
Where am I supposed to go?
In whose bed am I supposed to sleep?
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I am at his house.
Little Nose invites me in.
He plays music.
I am laughing.
The music is loud.
He sees me for me.
He sees my body for me.
I see his little nose.
I’m not laughing anymore.
The music is loud.
But I can still hear everything.
I can hear the glances.
I can hear the touches.
I can hear the smiles.
I can hear the breath.
I can hear the moment he holds tight.
I can hear the moment he takes off his shirt.
I can hear
I can hear knocking.
I can hear knocking on the door.
Hello?
Are you there?
Can you hear me?
Do you remember who I am?
I have blue eyes.
I’m beautiful.
Do you remember me?
Let me in.
I want to be held again.
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I am afraid
I am afraid of the man at the door
I am afraid of Blue Eyes at the door
Don’t open the door
Don’t let him in
Don’t take his coat
Don’t invite him to stay
Don’t whisper in his ear
Don’t bring him to the bedroom
Don’t
Son?
Hey, dad.
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My-
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Our son…
He…
Well...
I saw him.
In the arms of another.
A man.
A grown man.
He had a little nose.
They were together.
Intertwined.
Tell me more.
My love, I can’t.
It was disgusting.
I am disgusted.
I can’t, my love.
Tell me more.
What did you see?
Say it.
I saw him.
In the arms of another.
A man.
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A grown man.
He had a little nose.
He was inside of him.
My love,
I went to find him.
Did you know he leaves at night?
Did you know he lies?
No.
No.
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Fear
Anger
Mousetraps
Clamps
Slamming
Roaring
Breaking
Swallowing
Tears
Blood
Lions
Jackals
Whipping
Starving
Stroking
Smoking
Beating
Loving
Holding
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Clawing
Touching
Ripping
Tearing
Begging
Crying
No more!
No more!
No more!
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Blue Eyes,
Go fuck yourself.
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Blue Eyes?
Blue Eyes…
What have you done?
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Oh, God.
Oh God, what have you done?
Blue Eyes.
I want you gone.
I want you far away.
I want you gone!
I wish you were dead!
I want you dead!
I wish you were dead!
Get out!
Get out!
Get out!
Get the fuck out!
Get the fuck out!
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Get out!
I’ll kill you!
Get out!
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My son?
Please pick up the phone.
Oh God
Please pick up the phone.
I send it to voicemail.
I’m walking.
I don’t want to stop walking.
Fuck!
Okay…
My son?
Come home.
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This is a nightmare.
I feel like I’m in a nightmare.
The world is so wide and tall and big
How will I find him?
How will I save him?
How will I tell him he’ll be alright?
How will I tell him I’d protect him from the world?
How will he know I love him?
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My son?
How did you find me?
I can’t.
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I could never.
How could I face them?
How could I face him?
How can I face you?
It doesn’t matter.
That’s true.
He used us.
Mom? Let’s go home. We can eat ice cream and watch a movie.
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Hello?
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I don’t want to see the body. Why can’t his family identify it? I’m not his wife anymore.
Well it’s ridiculous. I don’t want to look at his face… Oh god… I don’t want to look at the blood.
I’m not gonna make you do that, sweetie. It’s not your responsibility.
Oh God…
Oh.
That’s not right.
I’m going back to the car. I can’t stand to look at him like this.
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