#nurturance
'Will you be my daddy?'
the girl in the woman whispered
to yet another lover, acquaintance,
man in the street who looked remotely
like he might just step in the phantom's shoes
...and the ache burned on
the searing, tearing
rags aflame
screamed
hot
and cold
as dry ice,
as unsuitable
whiskered men
became barnacled
to a little child's longing
to have a better papa than
the one that arrived to bash
all decency out of the fibre of
a life torn
Dec 19, 2020
Dec 19, 2020 at 2:51 PM UTC