Friday, August 26, 2011

Coma Black: The Apple of Discord

"Okay, yes, I did say that god is dead and
that bestiality is funny. But is that really any reason
to ban me from your church?!?!"


My mouth was a crib and it was growing lies
I didn't know what love was on that day
My heart's a tiny blood clot
I picked at it


It never heals, it never goes away


This was never my world
You took the angel away
I'd kill myself to make everybody pay


I would have told him then
He was the only thing that I could love
In this dying world
But the simple word of "love" itself
Already died and went away


My heart's a bloodstained egg
We didn't handle with care
It's broken and bleeding
And it will never repair


~Marilyn Manson



        My dad walked into my room this morning, shaking my bottle of medication and brandishing a tall glass of water.

“Kagey,” he sang and tripped over the dogs, who despite knowing my father for the past seven fucking years still like to bark at him. “Time for your morning med-”

He stopped short and his mouth dropped open at the sight of me.

I looked up from where I was sitting on my bed and caught his expression of disbelief. “What?” I asked, looking down at myself to see what he saw. But I had no new tattoos, no new piercings, no hand exploring between my legs. “What’s wrong?”

“Y-your book,” he stuttered and pointed the glass of water at the book in my hands. “What the hell are you reading?”

I flipped over my thick novel and looked at the cover. It wasn’t that bad; a faded woman’s cleavage, with a hand pressing lilacs between her boobs. Kinda boring, if you ask me.

“What are you doing?” he bleated, awkwardly plonking my water onto the bureau in a daze.

“What?” I asked, looking at the book again. “It’s Anna Karenina.”

“Yes, I know,” he said impatiently. “That’s what I mean. What are you doing? That’s literature.”

I rolled my eyes and tossed the book onto my bed. “Yes, well, Dad, I’ve decided to push past pornography and takeout menus and read a real book.”

He sat down heavily on the end of my bed, distressed. Misha took this as her cue to scratch at his ankles and wail to be picked up, but Dad didn’t seem to notice.

“I don’t understand,” he whispered. “My world is turning upside down.”

“Jesus Christ, thanks for the support, Dad,” I moaned, then held out my hand and smiled winningly. “Now gimme some drugs.”

Dad has become my personal drug slinger as of late, since my last trip down Suicide Lane. It’s a role I’m certain he just relishes, being in charge of his unstable, lunatic  daughter’s meds. Yippee.

“Got my money?” he quipped, and I groaned and smacked myself in the face with my book.

“Now whose world is turning upside down?” I demanded as he shook my pills into my hand and handed me my water.

“Don’t pick at your face,” he replied, gently pulling my hand away from my cheek, where my fingers were digging out their own new piercing, of their own accord.

“Sorry,” I muttered, and tossed my pills into my mouth.

“It’s okay,” he said softly. “Now then. What’s your plan for today?”

I finished my water and smiled importantly. “Well, Obama and I are hosting a strip-off for charity at ten, then Michelle Bachman and I are lezzing out at two to raise money for her totally misguided, psychotic campaign,” I gushed, twirling my hair in my fingers and smiling up at the ceiling. The Daily Show was playing quietly in the background, which is, of course, the only reason I even know who Barrack Obama and Michelle Bachman are. And where the United States are, incidentally.

“Mmmmm,” Dad said. “Gross. Now what are your real plans?”

“Counseling, meeting, not throwing up,” I droned petulantly. “Same as yesterday.”

“That’s my girl,” he said and patted me on the shoulder. “Now get to it.”

“Dad?” I said as he got up to leave the room.

“Yes?” he replied, collecting my meds and the empty glass.

“You still think I’m going to get better, right?” I asked.

He stopped, then turned to stoop down and look me right in the eyes. “Yes. Yes, I still believe that you are going to get better.”

“But why?” I whispered, and he gathered me into a hug. "Everyone else has abandoned ship." I pressed my face against his shoulder and started to cry for the millionth time this week.

“Because you're my little girl,” he spoke into my hair, and squeezed me tighter. “I've seen you fight this before and win, and I know you can do it again."

       "I've been doing something really weird," I blurted out quickly before I could change my mind.

       "What's that?" he asked.

       "I keep going to Michael's grave," I said.

       Dad was quiet for a moment. "Why?" he said finally.

       "I don't know," I admitted.

        He was quiet again for another moment. "I don't know what to say, Kage. I think you should talk to Girl Counselor about it. You wouldn't have mentioned it if it wasn't bothering you."

       "I guess," I said.

       "Will you talk to Girl Counselor about it?" he asked, leaning his cheek against my forehead.

        "Yeah, okay," I said. "I will."

        “I’m not going to publish your writing posthumously,” he announced suddenly, and pulled me back to his chest to squeeze me tightly. “If you want to be a writer, Kage, you’re gonna have to do it yourself.”

And with that he let me go, stood up and walked out of my room, without looking back.

I sat by myself for a moment, looking down at Misha and Billy, who were both totally miffed that Dad had completely ignored their dramatic posturings for attention.

“He always knows just the right thing to say,” I whispered to them. Billy barked excitedly, which is totally out of character for him. I laughed for the first time in days.

“Let’s go eat some fucking breakfast,” I said, and followed my dogs out of the room.

"Hey kids! The afterlife is fun!"


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31 comments:

  1. I never talked to my counsellors about anything. I'm yet to regret that really.

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  2. Hey, I hope you're doing alright. You ever need a hug / random stranger to go for coffee with I do live in the same city. I was going to come visit you in the hospital but a)I don't like hospitals and B) that seemed a little weird to just randomly show up.

    Get better damn it.

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  3. I want a nice daddy. I just have nice daddy issues.

    I like the term Suicide Lane. So much better than when I tried to off myself. Or my self-induced hospitalization. And I believe your father. You'll win this battle, too. And be more prepared when the next one wages.

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  4. I've always liked daddy's girls. I want to haul them up a tree and teach them the secrets of the jungle. And after that, I would enrol you in my literature appreciation class.

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  5. People react differently to loss, who was Michael? Even well adjusted people have considered the world without themselves in it. Don't get too down on yourself for that.

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  6. Woah girlie...this one got me, and I try to be a cold hearted bitch for the most part so that is saying something. I'm so glad that you have a sweet sweet man as your daddy and that he is doing what good dads do, love their daughters no matter what. And believe in them even when they don't think they can believe in themselves.
    Please please, keep getting better darling!

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  7. Ha! That ole spark 'o humour (yes humour folks, the kee-rect spalling) is back in ye. Anna Karenina was pornographic in a very cloaked way. It made me...well..ahem, yes.
    Nice to see you are mending, pity your connection is yo daddy, but hey, at least he wont get high on your supply.
    Oh, and did I mention I'm off to see none other than Mr J. Biafra in October?
    Yes us Melburnians managed to snaggle him for a high-faluting arts festival. Weeeeeee!!!!!!!
    Keep on keeping on K girl xx

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  8. Speaking from experience, dads can be a pain sometimes. Then, sometimes, they're just who you need to have around.

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  9. My dad's a pretty cool guy, so I can't relate to daddy problems. I do love me some Marilyn Manson though!

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  10. I think every one should enjoy life to the best of their ability, you've got all eternity to be dead.

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  11. Mark,
    yeah, i have a little problem with talking, too.

    Angry Lurker,
    thank-you, francis :)

    Not The Hero,
    yeah sure! i mean, yes sir. right meow.

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  12. Elizabeth,
    thank-you for writing that. it feels good to know i'm not completely alone.

    GB,
    i am a blank canvas...

    Convictus,
    michael was someone who took pleasure in hurting others. thank-you for what you wrote :)

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  13. Randy,
    thank-you for always supporting me :) i'll keep trying, i promise.

    Danny,
    you got me a ticket for jello biafra too, right? RIGHT?

    Vinny,
    hear hear!

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  14. Pope Timothy,
    manson rules!

    Natural One,
    well said. this should be my new motto.

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  15. Keep up the good work and keep getting better. You are so amazing. I love your humor through it all. PS...I think I love your Daddy!

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  16. keep being you as it rocks and get better soon. hugs

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  17. This is damned good. You write honestly. No bullshit, and with a good voice. I sincerely hope you're working on a longer piece of fiction/non-fiction/bio, because I think there are editors out there who would really enjoy this. Hang in there and keep scribbling;)

    -brandon

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  18. i love how you write. you have a great voice, as brandon said...

    and i totally understand the dogs...tUcKeR seems to think he never gets enough attention...

    sending waves of happythoughts and positive energy...

    or mebbe it is just gas...

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  19. Very sweet. Wow, I wrote "sweet" I must be turning gay

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  20. With the combination of your life events and your incredibly well flowing pros, you will one day have one hell of a best selling book.

    And possibly a movie.

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  21. Jewels,
    thanks toots. and i think i love my daddy too ;)

    Gita,
    i know you are. thank-you :)

    Becca,
    thank-you :) you rock too.

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  22. Beer4Shower,
    that was absolutely the best comment anyone has ever left for me. thank-you so much :)

    Bruce-n-Tucker,
    tee hee! lemme know if it was gas or not, k? cuz i totally felt it.

    Rafa,
    haha! that was pretty gay...

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  23. Yeah, I'm the umpteenth person to say it, but I'm sending you a virtual hug whether you like it or not.

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  24. Wow... Suicide Lane... I've only been there once and am so glad today that I didn't go to the end of the road.

    Your Dad sounds like a wonderful guy... he sounds like he loves you the way I love my daughter.

    I hope all is well in your world today. *huggles*

    ~shoes~

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  25. Copyboy,
    i like it :)

    Red Shoes,
    right back at ya.

    **_**,
    thank-you. and what a beautiful name...

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  26. you're a terrific storyteller. i got a real sense of who you are and the kind of man your dad is, and it was all contained in this scene of mostly dialogue. really engaging.
    nice to meecha:)

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  27. Love you, sweetie. And sorry about your dad and all. HOWEVER... I need your help, girl !
    My best friend visited my site today, and said it was so sexist/anti-feminist he doesn't want to associate with me any more ! WTF !!! Do YOU think my blog is so sexist ?!
    Please tell me - this is killin/ me ! www.prisonerart.blogspot.cop

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