My father,
told me,
he loves me so much,
this was in days
generally,
I was the pride,
and now the dead
beating.
I'm the rat poisoning
the diseased,
disenchanted
and he won't
look me in the eyes.

Let me ask you father,
the acrimoniously
of your now numb
preemptively
but with no
authority,
You gave in,
a baby
once held
to your skin.