At five years old my only foibles were an inquisitive mind and the ungainly knack of catching you in your moments of ramifying callousness. I questioned as my head was repeatedly thrusted below the level of the bathwater, the air filched from my lungs, that this unlikely prenicious act may secure my release from your daily torment, my heart racing, both cheering frenetically at this possible departure and announcing, my remarkable supplication to live. Your incredible desire to expunge me from this physical existence did not render this tiny body impotent but raised this amphibious vessel to the acme of enigmatic impregnability. And when a maker’s rage deigned to this child’s impalpable omnipotence, a nebulous haze descended on a mission renounced. Know that…………. I want you to choke on the utterance of my name, I want your heart to atrophy and decay at the memory of me, I want you to acknowledge your preponderance of indelible acts of inhumanity towards me.
