I remember when
I was younger and I
Would crack open my
Bones and drink the marrow,
Just to drown out the sound
Of my father whispering to
His mistress outside in the
Night.
I would allow my
Collarbones to collect
My tears as they streamed
Down my face, just to have
Something when my emotions
Reached their drought.
I would wonder how
Someone that was never
Meant to harm me could be
The one that would put my
Mind in a full body cast.
And I remember watching his
Back as he and his mistress
Lurked in the night and the
Way he never turned around
To look at me
As he left.
