My eyes will haunt the blood set sheets
Of cotton and fair silk,
And remember the feeling
Of being gutted like a fish
As his fingers rushed and touched
I will lay and pray to be
Like the corpses laid bare
On the grey stone slabs
I am cold and do no not think
My body is hollow and dim,
As his fingers roam my sides
I am an overused ride, one he knows many times
In the nights, sometimes day if I get too close,
But I always, always did
You see, he was my mother's man,
And my mother was sick.
could not raise me right
An addict in mind and unprotected self
I wish I were protected from
Her cannabis infected stink
Do you people know why I am the way I was made to be?
I was carved from corpse cold silence
And explosions over spilt milk.
Of hands around my throat
Accusing little glances
My father ran off with a bottle
Of frosty jacks and some drugs
When he came back
12 years later,
He condoned all my mother did,
The violent nights and my hollow cries
Begging to be released
Screaming, hoping the neighbors will hear
Police sirens never coming,
I'm never going to be saved
My nose pours with blood
Another smack, another word goes to waste
Why am I asking her to call my dad?
So, she’ll stop hitting me, I say
Crawling to avoid her foot
Coming crashing into my side
***** wicked fight