My Father Used To Pour Dettol Onto My Wounds

My father used to pour dettol onto my wounds.

I remember one foggy autumn afternoon,

when i slipped headfirst, slamming my head into the concrete

A blizzard ran around my body to comfort me

and it reminded me of my father;

cold, unpredictable and full of deceit.

I remember blood gushing from my forehead,

tears pouring from my eye sockets

as my head began to swell -

and I was reminded of my father.

My swollen forehead resembled that of a tumor -

a tumor of mental trauma my father had inflicted on me,

but I forgave him every time,

because my father used to pour dettol onto my wounds.

Even when he caused them.

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