I know you’ve been hurtin
bellow loudly
profanities
smearing the trinkets of your sanity
across the face of the man
you call your father
Sharpen your damn words child –
like that bits
of broken promises
that linger in your
ventricular valves
You want him to know
what he puts you through
You are still human
You are still a child
but he robs you of that
with each word –
fresh rose thorns
taunt your skin
when you beg for something rougher
Suicide ebbs and flows
into the thoughts of the
most beautiful 14 year old
girl I know
And there is nothing
that I can do
to change that
Feed her hope
Feed her praise
Feed her morality
Feed her bravery
Feed her empty nothings
give her everything
but what she craves most
She too
is a prisoner
HE
hit you at 15
and now he mystifies her
with words that evoke
(I can’t bring myself to write it)
The play is reaching the intermission soon
bystander
sitting in the nosebleed seats
If I really loved her,
why am I not doing
something meaningful
right now?
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