thursday -weapon

When you’re small, you have a view of the world that everyone has a life like your world. You imagine houses like yours, bedrooms like yours, mothers likes yours, sisters like yours. You imagine everyone likes their pancakes with mini chocolate chips and that everyone’s dad carries a knife.

You held it once, when he wasn’t aware. Not that he often left it out of his possession. Sometimes though, he would lose track of his possessions, he would lose track of everything for days. That knife, the heft, the hone, the metal. Not his weapon.

His silences were his weapon.