Razorblade Tears

by S.A. Cosby

Getting drunk wasn’t going to make things easier. He needed to feel this pain. Keep it fresh in his heart. He deserved it. In the back of his mind he’d always thought that he and Isiah would come to an understanding. He just assumed time would thaw the glacier between them and they would both experience an epiphany of sorts. Isiah would finally understand how hard it was for his father to accept his lifestyle. In turn, Ike would be able to accept that his son was gay.

“I know if you was here you’d tell me to let it go. That it wasn’t worth it. Then I’d have to steal one of your lines,” Buddy Lee said. He rose to his feet and brushed the dirt from his jeans. His eyes burned but he was too tired to cry. “This is who I am. I can’t change. I don’t want to, really. But for once I’m gonna put this devil inside me to good use.”

“No, hate. Folks like to talk about revenge like it’s a righteous thing but it’s just hate in a nicer suit,” Ike said.