For five months
you fed me cigarettes
You didn't know that
I had made a home inside you.
I was born tiny
and early.

For two days
I lie naked and incapable
****** and smoke ridden.
Drugged.
I'm a young woman
this time,
but still your infant.

Two days you let me rot
whilst other mothers
brushed their daughters hair
and soothed them.

I lay naked and sore
my hair too matted
for brushing.
My wounds too deep now
for you to soothe.

Other mothers were
checking closets and
under beds
keeping the monsters away

I had no bed
just bloodied carpet
and a monster
that did not hide.