You are a god
And I love you so

You're not human
We both know that
You know you're superior to everyone else
whereas i on the other hand, know that i'm inferior to all

You kick people's heads in
And choke them with the dirt they stand on; They're not worthy of the dirt you stand on

No one is worthy of anything you touch
Want
Have

except for me
You touch me
You want me, therefore you have me
You own me

So you choke me with your very own bruised hands
The deep contrast of the dark purples and the off white beautiful as they tangle my hair

my hair that never stays the same for long, changing colours constantly

Your favourite is red
It reminds you of the blood you draw from me
The blood
Which you consume

Like the way you consume my thoughts
And eat at my brain
soon it'll rot
be nothing more but maggots and fruit flies

but that's okay.
The only thing in my mind in the first place was you
Now you have my brain
and that's even better

I'll worship you
You'll be my religion
You'll be my god

“Daddy! Help me!” those are the only words i can remember
As if an etch-a-sketch has been permanently ******* into my head,
I think it was december,

and the image of my father crying, face cold with hatred
has been painted into all visible spaces of my head.
I’m sure he baited.

Pressed against his hips were sidearms.
Something was leaning against my young head.
Leather arms

My father screamed and reached into the car.
I was choked from my toes to my neck to my head.
Tightening as if i were a jar,

A piercing shriek must have escaped my own frostbitten lip,
I must have been told not to worry my pretty little head,
Because they adjusted their grip.

Before it had begun, over was December.
As if it were a dream thought up by my own little head.
Something I still remember.