"daddy's little girl"
she says as he chokes me
with my hoodie strings.
"not very little"
she says as he takes my
music away.
"not much of a girl"
she says as he advances
toward me to envelope
me in an embrace while
i hold back the tears and
try to breathe.
the stings tighten as they
laugh.
it's too much.
this is all too much.
m.r
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Poetry1:48 am "And with every drop of rain that hits the earth, I can hear your soulful voice echoing through my mind. Calm whispers of the wind, crashing along the sea, calming my every nerve. You are the air in my lungs and the words I speak. You are my...
