Blood Ties

The unfair proximity of a dream
There is no ravenous spirit like that of the grief stricken,
no vicious hollow like the insides of a boy searching for his father.
I did not ask to be this.
This hideous creature of scarred skin and snarling voice.
This prison of flesh is the only gift you ever gave me.
So I will stretch this skin until I fill every crevice,
And I will wear it until you regret you created it.