what am I to you
now that I am the thing you wanted to protect me from?

from now
I am not your daughter.
I am
A wilting flower plucked in the prime of its innocence
corpse blackened and rotting and foul.

from now
I am not your daughter.
I am your
one-way ticket to hell
weight tipping you over
by a fraction of a hairs breadth
falling, falling into
fire.