I was itching
Twitching..
Just a bit too much after the sting consumed more than my arm..
I wanted to know exactly why my daddy left
So with that I did everything he did.
I remember seeing the hole in his arm. .
The first time we actually met.
I touched it & images shot through my brain
How he wrapped a belt tightening the strap
Pushing in the needle
His eyes roll back
I wanted to understand
How my father could love a drug more than his little girl
What was so special?
How'd this drug cause him to be the ultimate magician
I mean do the greatest disappearing act.
So I did exactly that.
The rush driving my flesh to inch off my skin
My soul escapes.
My body lies limp
I hear the rushing of blood flood my veins
I guess I'm not as good as my dad because this time I got caught in that time frame
Never again to blink
To think..
I just wanted to be..
More important than the drugs .
Daddy's little queen ..