your little girl is looking
at you with hollow eyes, carved out
from your lies. In the cavity, the voices
in his head nestled as lead. Daughter,

mother doesn't like you to bother her! Go to
your room little girl.  Can't you see he's out
of this world? Children are dolls. You dress up
and play with between the scratches and

welts. Not a breathing female,
as yourself.  Rolled up in a ball she's a hedgehog,
sticking out her quills as teeth. Biting on
the swears and screams. All the soft underbelly,

stuck as a jar of jelly. Living in daddy's
world of maelstrom it's hard to
live strong. So, she curls up onto
herself, sticking it to the soft hand

that playfully moves near her. Touching
you with the pins, poking out her mouth.. Full of
jabbing ******, and shouts, leaving you bleeding. But
then, this is her greeting. Don't let them underneath -

as you did daddy. He's in the padded room,
cushioned with the nurse's perfume.