We Need to Do Something

by Max Booth III

The tone in my dad’s voice, it’s smug enough to make the biggest pacifist in the world commit homicide.

“When you would cut yourself, what were you hoping to see? Blood or no blood?” But she doesn’t have an answer to that question.

What I don’t point out is they’re arguing about a goddamn email address less than five feet from their dead son. His body rapidly decomposing and still they have to bicker about things that don’t matter. What I don’t tell them is they should have never gotten married, that they could have easily spared us all future horrors by simply dissolving their relationship long before having children. Our existence has been a burden on not only them but also ourselves since day one in the womb.

Blood and gore masks his face and finally we see his true form.