65% (Cutting the neck)
To hold a child is to feel time rearrange itself.
The world becomes smaller, sharper,
full of fragile beginnings.
There is tenderness, yes,
but also terror—the knowledge that what is loved most. can be harmed by distance, by silence, by the ordinary weight of days.
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30% (overdose)
"You do not do, you do not do
Any more, black shoe
In which I have lived like a foot
For thirty years, poor and white,
Barely daring to breathe or not to,
Daddy, I have had to kill you.
You died before I had time."
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