FROM SOUL-THIEVING TONGUES THAT LEAVE BLOWS TO LOINS, WORDS SHOOT OUT LIKE SHARP DAGGERS AS I PASS THE SALT OR REARRANGE THE FLOWERS. MY FATHER SPEAKS WHILE MY BROTHER NODS; MY MOTHER TURNS A BLIND EYE WHILE I'M BEING LEFT IN THE DARK. WE HAVE EXCUSED OURSELVES FROM THE DINNER TABLE, BUT THE WORDS KEEP REPEATING LIKE A BROKEN RECORD.