***** mixed with lemonade
Now take away the lemonade
And pour it bottle after bottle
Destroying the mind of a ten year old.
Pills and pills and pills and pills
Never check the label.
Never worry about the danger.
Mix in a past as bitter as that lemonade
Because Mom was too busy getting choked to remember the sugar.
She’s just as bad as me sometimes.
Too many wishes
Not enough miracles to go around.
A shadow of a man
Except bigger and scarier
Paint a smile on his face and call him dad
But I’ll never forget what he did behind closed doors.
Or- maybe I will
Because I just can’t seem to recall when Or where
Or why
Or how
Or what he was wearing that night.
His fingers will never leave my mind
That just isn’t enough to believe me though.
Six? Seven? Eight?
The pictures weren’t enough
So that man will walk free.
Now that this small list
Has become a never ending trap
I will end here
Because I can’t remember where I put my pen.