famished, disorientation from the shortly abbrasive language
normally Im patient but the morning is faced with anguish
damaged.. irreperable, seperation anxiety
from a society that glares unviably, I waver silently
"I dream of flying out into the sky light from the fourth floor,
but Im held down not by gravity, but the monster under the floor board"
Im more sore from the weeping and less from the beatings
Daddy was a rolling stone who would likely stone me while Im sleeping
raised faulty, his hate calls me.. my blood tastes salty
after his hand is raised broadly through the air and desolves me
crawling.. barely alive.. he stares me in the eyes as Im falling
a legacy sprawling, gasping for air knowing he'll be here in the morning.
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