THE WEAVE:
…Lilith goes back
to family therapy, and screams
into the Void about it,
so loudly, Chiron can hear her
wHere he’s planted…
"People do not want to know, they are being handled! If you want to navigate conflict successfully, don't fucking patronize them! If All you want to do is manage them, at least do it with discretion and finesse! I shouldn't have to tell the therapist that! He knows my Daddy issues, but maybe he thinks I'm a fucking idiot! "You didn't get what you needed from your family," he says, as if he's talking to a child! Over and over again! That narrative is getting fucking stale! No Doc, I didn't! And quite frankly, this shit drives me up the fucking wall! Why does my brother not remember shoving me against it, and yelling in my face?! Why can my father not remember a conversation from a year ago?! Why am I the only One, who remembers fucking anything painful?! Why am I Here?! To be told my reality is real, even though no one shares it, by a guy with a PhD, while everyone looks at me with their sad fucking eyes, like I might break at any moment?! Y'all broke me when you kicked me out of the Garden, and Now I'll never 'come to heel'! I don't need therapy to be in touch with the pain of individuation! It's called birth! No thank you! I nursed mySelves back to Life, without any of 'the things I needed', and Now I'm my own fucking physician! So if All this is about, is me voicing what no One remembers, so the Doc can pat me with a gloved hand, like a feral cat he's trying to rehabilitate, I don't need therapy, that's what I have writing for!"