skin-walker

Dear God

I am haunted by my dead father.
It seems he has stolen the shell of another,
a skin-walker;
who is my father.
The other seems to know this.
It seems he and my father are one.

Those cold snake eyes.
That malicious crooked grin.
The utter contempt.
The impression of absolute dominance;
or else !

Dear God

Please help and protect me.
I want to cringe and hide.
I feel stifled and ineffectual.
I know it is him.

I want to kill him;
my father, not the other.
My father is dead;
yet I want to kill him..

I believe I must kill him
for what he has done;
and what he may do
in the skin of this other.

A skin-walker;
who is my dead father.

He who stole my soul;
raped my mind and heart;
tortured my body,
with indifference and impunity.

My dead father
walks in the skin of the other;
who appears to know this
and seems not to care.

He is my father.
My father is him.
They are one

Only three of us know this.
Who is there to believe me ?
Who is there to care ?

Dear God, only you.