Less than

When bloodlines come undone: frayed ends are exposed and vulnerable.

There is nothing more to ask, your position has been made clear; you have said your goodbyes.

I stand in a self induced numb state as I mitigate the foreseeable tears from streaming down my face. The immense pressure of this process makes my heart feel as though it is about to implode. Note, that I say implode rather than explode, as I would not give you the satisfaction of a public viewing of having so palpably split me open with your master touch without incision. Implosion permits me a private death, liberating me from your self satisfaction, that subtle hint of glee in your face.

You preach your holier than thou words, of self-professed wisdom, further ramming and stamping me into the ground. Your every word is ladened with superiority. You corkscrew drive me into the earth, making me the subterranean creature that you perceive me to be. You argue that I am chaotic and undeserving with your manipulative tongue, giving birth to a distorted reality. Within your world, you have achieved the next level of humanity, an evolutionary step towards godliness. I am stunned, not in awe of this divine entity that stands before me, but in disbelief of the distorted maternal image that now stands before me. To complete your transcendence, you announce that you must bid farewell to us mere mortals who stunt you, choke you of your godly prowess. You are now free to don yourself in the cloak of a messiah, or whichever jester costume you so desire.

No more preaching; you have had your fill. As you walk away, I turn too, releasing hot tears to stream against my chilled face. I am released, my blood, my link to you is relinquished as I wipe away the salty streams, until there is no more to spill; the unravelling is complete. What feels like the end in that moment is actually the beginning. I will soon be at peace with realisation that I thrive without you.