her fingers pointed at me
up and down
his eyes were on the ground
I looked into hers
insults coming out of her mouth
he pretended to be a little boy
who didn’t know better
and I stood by my mistakes
the truth
and faced her undivided rage
*
I undressed
and she looked at me
from behind
her
foul
little
mouth
*
what am I doing?
*
teachers cross lines
that I don’t dare have
*
he acts this way
because he is encouraged to do so
applauded rewarded expected
*
he wants to collect evidence
of her
them
together
take advantage
whenever he possibly can
and he wouldn’t say a word
in her favour
*
she attached everything inside of her
to garbage outside of her and burned away
under the heaving weight
*
she walked home
her father’s shadows
in her hair
*
dirt on her knees
sore lips
so long
she stared at herself in the windows of a bus
and asked herself
who the fuck are you?
*
she held the wheel
panic-stricken body
ever-grieving
past tree after tree after tree
she had enough of her face
he had put too much of himself into her
she didn’t know anymore
what was hers and his
and he stayed for too long
holding on to her insides
*
men stayed up to attack her
women stayed up for comfort
*
I will write you out of my mind
*
curtain call daughterobligations
stay away embarrassment
he thinks that I can’t understand a thing
he doesn’t know that I can feel him
he puts me down
their open mouths
so small
man-made
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