Christmas Rape Series

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His existential musings had never once led far beyond the width of a stone path. His curiosity unable to match the power of tradition. He feigned excitement on a clay countenance that reminded him of the faces he made in dough at his grandfather's bakery. Jesus, Mary and Joseph became a loaf. Jane Marie's smile became a keepsake when he dropped it on the floor and hid it from his grandfather. Her lack of teeth was satisfied by sugared confections and later removed due to the exploits of a sweet-toothed lover. Toothless and dry made her uninteresting to the boy who tossed her out the second story window, presumably to be torn and snapped by hungry crows. He smiled imagining a crow sucking in her lips, only to find that filled on her sweet flesh it could no longer fly. When an alley cat strode by that evening, he'd find a stuffed bird like mother made at thanksgiving, legs raised, plucked, savory. Ready to be pillaged and conquered in honor of hypocritical fore fathers whose exploits are forever celebrated in football and tryptophan. Curiosity getting the best of a thus retarded cat is manifested in the thud under his uncle's blue sedan being whisked away on the furious torrent of childhood memories. Mother having used her home court advantage to reminisce on circumstances nobody yet knew of, and a lover that none knew existed outside of the oft flipped through pages of a yearbook belonging to a family of elephants.