his name is Patrick - reduce him to ashes


There are just some names you can never forget, because even their syllables leave bruises on your teeth; the vowels explode in your ears like cannons, and no matter WHAT Momma said about flinching when he comes near you, it's become a second habit, and so has blocking punches.

But when a name becomes a scar, it embeds itself within you like a parasite; it's become part of your biology. You try and fight it, but he thrusts into you over and over and over, without ever having to see you. It's funny how seven little letters can change your universe.

His name is acid in your stomach and fire in your throat. Use the drive within you to burn him out, then bring him to the masses. Let them see your cremation - let them see what his name has done.