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Anger drives me forward. A vow to destroy. A pledge of sacrifice. Strengthening the spirit. Stepping out of flesh. Unbound by obstacles. Focused on a never ending quest. Ending the day more complete. Waking, the cycle repeats.

The turkey hasn't been carved. My father stands over it holding a knife as my mother dressed like a dominatrix whips him. He is a gimp ready to welcome any punishment. My mother whips him again and the welts spring open letting a stream of blood flow down his back. The rest of the family eyes the turkey greedily. My aunt, a former miss teen something or other and high school homecoming queen, licks her lips while her vulture husband pecks at the mashed potatoes. The shards of her broken tiara...

The decaying corpses walk through the grocery store with a bouquet of roses in one hand and a heart shaped box of chocolates in the other. Their skin drops to the floor in clumps as they leave slimy trails as footprints. I picked the wrong day to venture out. I weave my way through the horde hunting the supplies I need. I rush towards the meat at the back of the store. I am on a mission. I know what I am here for. They slither along stopping at random intervals to inspect anything that catche...

One day they will find me, dressed for bed, propped against the wall as if ready to read before succumbing to sleep. However a pistol will be in place of a book, clinched tightly in my fist. Red blood and yellow brain matter splattered across my wall like a Jackson Pollack masterpiece. No one will see it coming. All my family and friends will tell the paper how I had everything going for me. My boss will say I was hardworking and dedicated to my job. The last person anyone would suspect, whic...

The façade is broken. Daytime shatters. Darkness seeps. Reality fades. Dreams invade. As waking turns to sleep.