Three Girls In A Row

Three In A Row

Blonde tresses and teal eyes, they sang me lullabies.

Light brown locks and graphic socks, they pulled me out of the rocks.

Auburn hair and spindly fingers, they offered to heal the pain that lingers.

Three in a row.

Filthy lies and bleeding thighs.

Whispered, behind the back mocks and unanswered door knocks.

Deceitful singers and trauma diggers.

Three in a row.

I gave them my whole heart and got broken pieces back.

They made me wonder if it was I that had begun to lack.

The only thing I thought I deserved was a smack.

Three in a row.

I was tired of being something to brag.

Their ploys made me gag.

I packed up my heart; I got that bitch in the bag.

Three in a row.

For all of them, I was a test.

They didn't care if the experiment made me depressed.

Three in a row.

I was the science project for three girls in a row.

Three in a row.