You broke your little girl.
You dropped her head
in a boiling ***
and the pressure
broke her skull.
Fished her out
and set her
in the sun to
dry and dry and dry.
Your neglectful hands
left her there to turn
the color of things
trapped between train tracks.
And now she exists.
You can hear her
but you don’t understand
what she’s screaming.
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 9:35 AM UTC
You broke your little girl.
You dropped her head
in a boiling ***
and the pressure
broke her skull.
Fished her out
and set her
in the sun to
dry and dry and dry.
Your neglectful hands
left her there to turn
the color of things
trapped between train tracks.
And now she exists.
You can hear her
but you don’t understand
what she’s screaming.
