Heavy Heavy Hangs Over Your Head

TW: Abuse

Jay Waters
Nov 5 · 3 min read

“Heavy, heavy hangs over your head,” my father said in the sing-song voice we used for the game.

When I was five, I didn’t know he smelled like alcohol or sex.

His right hand was poised over my head, the left gripped the wheel of the Ford Ranger. I answered in the expected way.

“A feather?” I lisped over “th,” my mouth couldn’t contort to form the words correctly.

His hand fell on the top of my head and he put pressure on it for a few seconds. “Nope, a…

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Jay Waters

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Somewhat Cyclops. Knitter. Spinner. Meditator. Yogi. Medical Cannabis Patient. Cannabis Docent. Survivor. Tarotphile. ExVangelical. Writer.

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