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        <title><![CDATA[Stories by Sean Kathryn on Medium]]></title>
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            <title><![CDATA[And I will show my teeth]]></title>
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            <dc:creator><![CDATA[Sean Kathryn]]></dc:creator>
            <pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2026 21:37:57 GMT</pubDate>
            <atom:updated>2026-11-08T21:48:46.377Z</atom:updated>
            <content:encoded><![CDATA[<figure><img alt="" src="https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/600/1*MgWN-DiaWya4qN487xOX-g@2x.jpeg" /></figure><p>And I will show my teeth</p><p>Edged sword and dagger</p><p>And I will show my teeth</p><p>If you weren’t scared it wouldn’t matter</p><p>And I will show my teeth</p><p>And expose all the lies</p><p>And I will show my teeth</p><p>The darkness can’t make me hide</p><p>And I will show my teeth</p><p>Your inversion, or should I say perversion, doesn’t scare me</p><p>I thought ya’ll had the most of these things we call teeth</p><p>I’m sorry if no one showed you what they really can do</p><p>Let me demonstrate just come a bit closer</p><p>Truth rings the alarm THIS PARTY IS OVER</p><p>Party’s over pack it up</p><p>I’ve seen enough, no Dianne sober up</p><p>One by one two by two</p><p>The rain headed this way will show you who’s who</p><p>Hop in the van, Bobby is not driving</p><p>Take a seat in the back, your eyes are intertwining</p><p>Off you go, send them home</p><p>Send them far away if you must</p><p>Just make them go</p><p>My teeth are sharp</p><p>I said what I said</p><p>Leave little Mary and Sue out of your head</p><p>You come close and I’ll knock you right out</p><p>I’ll bite you where it hurts and make your insides bleed out</p><img src="https://medium.com/_/stat?event=post.clientViewed&referrerSource=full_rss&postId=8eb7e89bb829" width="1" height="1" alt="">]]></content:encoded>
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            <title><![CDATA[Deep in Germany]]></title>
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            <dc:creator><![CDATA[Sean Kathryn]]></dc:creator>
            <pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2026 21:32:40 GMT</pubDate>
            <atom:updated>2026-11-08T21:33:12.336Z</atom:updated>
            <content:encoded><![CDATA[<figure><img alt="" src="https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/613/1*smdTxXIhGXa8WCZyJHfKSg@2x.jpeg" /></figure><p>Deep in Germany, I’ll watch you sleep</p><p>Deep in Germany, you’re dancing with me</p><p>Deep in Germany, you walk me down the aisle</p><p>Deep in Germany, you watch me wed with a smile</p><p>Deep in Germany, you and mom are making pies</p><p>Deep in Germany, Papa says hi</p><p>Deep in Germany, that’s where I’ll keep you, Dad</p><p>Deep in Germany, you drive that sports car you wish you always had</p><p>Deep in Germany, our dark Lord awaits</p><p>Deep in Germany, the Gothard’s stay safe</p><img src="https://medium.com/_/stat?event=post.clientViewed&referrerSource=full_rss&postId=4c197828e396" width="1" height="1" alt="">]]></content:encoded>
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            <title><![CDATA[My heart]]></title>
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            <dc:creator><![CDATA[Sean Kathryn]]></dc:creator>
            <pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2026 21:27:47 GMT</pubDate>
            <atom:updated>2026-11-08T21:27:47.719Z</atom:updated>
            <content:encoded><![CDATA[<figure><img alt="" src="https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/611/1*mHw31eZmNnnAWnYYyFKToA@2x.jpeg" /></figure><p>This is where we’re at</p><p>This is where we land</p><p>This is where we dig our feet deep into the sand</p><p>This is what it is</p><p>Not what it will be</p><p>This is where I cry one more time</p><p>Just so I can breathe</p><p>This love overwhelms me</p><p>Consumes me every day</p><p>I can’t keep the river of love inside my body to stay</p><p>It seeps out my eyes, my heart is magnetized</p><p>Drawing in the love that knows it’s a kin</p><p>Drawing in the love that paid for my sins</p><p>To love is to live</p><p>To live is to die</p><p>To die with my heart alive from the inside</p><img src="https://medium.com/_/stat?event=post.clientViewed&referrerSource=full_rss&postId=a100d2b70494" width="1" height="1" alt="">]]></content:encoded>
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            <title><![CDATA[Eggs and bakey]]></title>
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            <dc:creator><![CDATA[Sean Kathryn]]></dc:creator>
            <pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2026 21:20:09 GMT</pubDate>
            <atom:updated>2026-11-08T21:22:06.856Z</atom:updated>
            <content:encoded><![CDATA[<figure><img alt="" src="https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/607/1*3bWlDRvHSis_fFkHHYZCyQ@2x.jpeg" /></figure><p>Wakey wakey eggs and bakey</p><p>Have a point from my view</p><p>Do you finally see you?</p><p>Do you finally believe it’s true?</p><p>Don’t be scared it’s okay I digested it all</p><p>It came back a masterpiece</p><p>Don’t you dare touch your skin will crawl</p><p>Yes I smile when I remember the good</p><p>Yes there were things that I misunderstood</p><p>Yes I’m glad you pushed me to succeed</p><p>Even if I was crying from trauma and ready to bleed</p><p>Yes I respect the work and dedication</p><p>To a craft that God gave you multitasker 007</p><p>One hell of a speaker one hell of a writer</p><p>One hell of a medium straight from the fire</p><p>I see it, respect, look up to it even</p><p>I know the risks made even with the fall that took place</p><p>I remember seeing you slip, slip from the pulpit</p><p>I can see you right now, nudging it straight to get it perfect</p><p>Slight OCD adds to the recipe</p><p>A twinkle in your eye when you looked down at me</p><p>This sucks you hear! This sucks you fell down</p><p>But here I am despite, holding the crown</p><img src="https://medium.com/_/stat?event=post.clientViewed&referrerSource=full_rss&postId=8fbe361f6cb4" width="1" height="1" alt="">]]></content:encoded>
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            <title><![CDATA[Empathy]]></title>
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            <dc:creator><![CDATA[Sean Kathryn]]></dc:creator>
            <pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2026 21:01:27 GMT</pubDate>
            <atom:updated>2026-11-08T21:07:17.734Z</atom:updated>
            <content:encoded><![CDATA[<figure><img alt="" src="https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/607/1*tqK1fdqQHmNqeaLlGsqQVg@2x.jpeg" /></figure><p>I didn’t know that was you I was feeling</p><p>Until it dawned on me one day</p><p>That every thought you had found it’s way back to my place</p><p>I want to say thank you</p><p>Because even if you didn’t know it</p><p>I studied everything about you even when you tried not to show it</p><p>Yes you were ill, moody with a hint of spite</p><p>But underneath the trauma, I saw the little boy inside</p><p>The little boy who was confused with a gift big enough for two</p><p>Dreams too big for this one horse town</p><p>Gifts with corrupt guidance, of course they took you down</p><p>A mother who used you, abused and molested</p><p>A mother who took advantage from the very first second</p><p>My heart it grieves and grieves and grieves some more</p><p>I’ve never felt this much agony from knowing all your lore</p><p>I wish I could’ve saved you as an infant of course</p><p>Helped raise you up with a lighted torch</p><p>It’s what you deserved, but not what you were dealt</p><p>I saw right through you but nothing would help</p><p>Who was I, a kid at the time</p><p>Lost in the sauce of the All Knowing’s divine</p><p>Who am I now to be writing this poem</p><p>God’s little warrior daddy’s princess do- over</p><p>Think not of me, think of other things</p><p>This web that’s entangled has no more place</p><p>The venom has ran out, a bite with no ouch</p><p>The lore remains safe with me</p><p>The lore I will use for all to see</p><p>I’ll fight them off for you, go be free</p><p>Watch from above, watch me be me</p><p>Empathy for an abuser is a wild place to be</p><p>Empathy for an abuser who helped grow my teeth</p><p>Empathy for an abuser that’s not black and white</p><p>Empathy for an abuser who’s vanished out of sight</p><img src="https://medium.com/_/stat?event=post.clientViewed&referrerSource=full_rss&postId=bc2eb15fbe42" width="1" height="1" alt="">]]></content:encoded>
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            <title><![CDATA[Count all the sheep]]></title>
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            <dc:creator><![CDATA[Sean Kathryn]]></dc:creator>
            <pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2026 20:41:19 GMT</pubDate>
            <atom:updated>2026-11-08T20:41:19.475Z</atom:updated>
            <content:encoded><![CDATA[<figure><img alt="" src="https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/622/1*7bfD4c3jh_DJNTKnulEILQ@2x.jpeg" /></figure><p>All of this anger used to be love</p><p>Grief hits my side and I see from above</p><p>This anger I use to hide my grief</p><p>When I think of you, I can hardly breathe</p><p>This anger used to be love, I say</p><p>The trauma it ate you and that makes my heart break</p><p>Leave me here silent, too frazzled to speak</p><p>Leave me here to haunt your ghost while you count all the sheep</p><p>Leave me, just leave, it’s what you do best</p><p>Leave me here with a hole in my chest</p><p>Leave me here with the ghost of you</p><p>Leave me here with so much to do</p><p>Clean up your mess, it’s what I do best</p><p>Clean up your afters, put an S on my chest</p><p>This is so unfair, such is life such is mine</p><p>Just please call to say goodbye one last time</p><img src="https://medium.com/_/stat?event=post.clientViewed&referrerSource=full_rss&postId=059150ed2c0c" width="1" height="1" alt="">]]></content:encoded>
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            <title><![CDATA[Through flames]]></title>
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            <dc:creator><![CDATA[Sean Kathryn]]></dc:creator>
            <pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2026 12:47:09 GMT</pubDate>
            <atom:updated>2026-11-08T13:06:52.966Z</atom:updated>
            <content:encoded><![CDATA[<figure><img alt="" src="https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/612/1*gK_f5TTQptl8QSJPy98zTg@2x.jpeg" /></figure><blockquote>A memoir of recollected memories and thoughts with different versions of myself whilst experiencing SA from my father. From unconscious to conscious and finding God in the midst of tragedy</blockquote><p>Don’t be scared, this will only hurt a little</p><p>I start on your right side and meet in the middle</p><p>Don’t be scared, you’ve done this before</p><p>Remember when you used to tuck me in and shut the door?</p><p>Don’t be scared, you think I’m asleep</p><p>You think I’m unconscious and caught in my dreams</p><p>The pressure it hurts, I’m raw from the inside</p><p>I tell my mommy but she just runs and hides</p><p>Cream will do it, Neosporin I think</p><p>On raw insides that made me earthquake</p><p>Oh brother, what have you done</p><p>What have you done you turned me numb</p><p>Eeeyuck, you perverted naked mole</p><p>Naked mole with no place to go</p><p>I’m not broken, just a baby</p><p>And what’d Gaga say,</p><p>But her boyfriends like a dad, just like a dad</p><p>The flames that burned before me cleared my way</p><p>I see beyond you, beyond your scrunched face</p><p>Thank you Lord, O’Lord my freedom rings</p><p>It rings so high pitch you’d think it’s my scream</p><p>Oh but it is, sweet girl lying there</p><p>Afraid, taunted and tormented</p><p>But with faith in the air</p><p>I heard you from the beginning, it was my locked and loaded gun</p><p>I saved it for this time, this time he can not run</p><p>I saved it for your love, the love you held at night</p><p>The one that saw you through</p><p>Through flames of perverted minds</p><img src="https://medium.com/_/stat?event=post.clientViewed&referrerSource=full_rss&postId=7d405f8b7e1f" width="1" height="1" alt="">]]></content:encoded>
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            <title><![CDATA[Recop]]></title>
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            <dc:creator><![CDATA[Sean Kathryn]]></dc:creator>
            <pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2026 03:33:54 GMT</pubDate>
            <atom:updated>2026-11-08T03:35:07.279Z</atom:updated>
            <content:encoded><![CDATA[<figure><img alt="" src="https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/599/1*g5DTGJpBTILKc4JQIzhP7A@2x.jpeg" /></figure><p>Recop you say</p><p>Poker in, I’m sorry, who’s face?</p><p>Oh no not mine</p><p>You must’ve forgotten I’m made protected and Divine</p><p>As if I didn’t know</p><p>The signs were all there</p><p>The signs of pigs ravishing witchcraft</p><p>In their dirty underwear</p><p>Poker face you brought home to play</p><p>I’ll take the one with the house in the woods</p><p>Mercedes and log cabin fever for good</p><p>Attorney or thief</p><p>Maybe the doctor, Dr. King, I believe</p><p>Oh let me stop, I’m ahead of myself</p><p>Pieces of my story I do plan to tell</p><p>Hell can wait for story time, you’ll burn just fine in the meantime</p><p>I see the pearly gates</p><p>I see my white horse and estate</p><p>Elder, pastor, dean you say?</p><p>More like a demon who’s long gone in foul play</p><p>Off with their heads, loud and inspired</p><p>I’ll spare them today, I’m awfully tired</p><p>Leave it to the people, the Gods of it all</p><p>I do love to see pigs squirm in their stall</p><img src="https://medium.com/_/stat?event=post.clientViewed&referrerSource=full_rss&postId=343d1e5c5aac" width="1" height="1" alt="">]]></content:encoded>
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            <title><![CDATA[Unlimited]]></title>
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            <dc:creator><![CDATA[Sean Kathryn]]></dc:creator>
            <pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2026 03:12:15 GMT</pubDate>
            <atom:updated>2026-11-08T03:17:29.495Z</atom:updated>
            <content:encoded><![CDATA[<figure><img alt="" src="https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/604/1*zUg8wNvsfI785_EVDlPFtA@2x.jpeg" /></figure><p>It’s like I’m limited to speak</p><p>Limited to do</p><p>Limited to express what I know to be true</p><p>Limited to move</p><p>Limited to thrive</p><p>Limited just so they keep me in line</p><p>Ah ah ah, no more no more</p><p>Bet you didn’t know I could see</p><p>That hidden back door</p><p>Lock and key but no worry to me</p><p>Key holder’s dream, I unlock it with ease</p><p>I unlock it with glee</p><p>It’s been mine for keeps</p><p>It was promised to me</p><p>In one million dreams</p><p>One hundred degrees</p><p>One thousand on sight</p><p>Zero’s between my eyes</p><p>I unlock the inside</p><img src="https://medium.com/_/stat?event=post.clientViewed&referrerSource=full_rss&postId=f6c56f2efeb2" width="1" height="1" alt="">]]></content:encoded>
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            <title><![CDATA[Intruder]]></title>
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            <dc:creator><![CDATA[Sean Kathryn]]></dc:creator>
            <pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2026 02:41:58 GMT</pubDate>
            <atom:updated>2026-11-08T02:52:33.088Z</atom:updated>
            <content:encoded><![CDATA[<figure><img alt="" src="https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/622/1*pMS8__YvqOAEotJG0f0VPg@2x.jpeg" /></figure><blockquote>A short memoir of recollected memories and feelings from my younger self regarding my father</blockquote><p>You’re not supposed to be there</p><p>You’re somewhere you don’t belong</p><p>I’d play it smart if I were you</p><p>One thing you never do</p><p>You’re not supposed to be here</p><p>See your way out</p><p>You’re not supposed to be here</p><p>I’ll scream and draw a crowd</p><p>I’ll wave the flag that sees you out</p><p>You’re uninvited coward thief</p><p>You’re uninvited this is not your feast</p><p>You parasite with filth disease</p><p>I’ll squish your head until it pops</p><p>I’ll watch you bleed and won’t say stop</p><p>Leave my house, leave my sight</p><p>Leave my hearing, die tonight</p><p>Tonight I said, tonight I scream</p><p>I’ll watch your head roll down the street</p><p>Murder scene</p><img src="https://medium.com/_/stat?event=post.clientViewed&referrerSource=full_rss&postId=8cbb36da5373" width="1" height="1" alt="">]]></content:encoded>
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