daddy dearest
By Jocelyn Royal
Artwork by Jewel Miller
my father moved into the walls
he crawled inside, all awful, slow, and depressed
rocking the shelves, the pictures, and the halls
slinking around the earth in his Sunday best
my daddy lives inside our walls
he picked up and left, gone without a trace
he built a bed out of dust, dreams, and dolls
and now i see a bit too much of him in my brother’s face
my dad died within these walls
they crumbled down upon him, burying him alive
after that, he slid into my car,
whispering “drive, mojo, drive”
oh my dearest daddy, who art in heaven or in hell
but really, he lies rotting on the gulf, in Mobile
About the Author
Jocelyn Royal is a third-year Biology major with a minor in Creative Writing. They are heavily involved in the sciences, but they value creativity and art immensely. They adore writing and are so glad they have the opportunity to share their passion with you.