This is all my life has ever revolved around.
Helping daddy
He comes home angry and full of rage and paints out his expression upon my face with joy.
He never touches mommy anymore.
Only me.
I lay awake at night in his arms
Held by his thighs
And cry facedown into my pillow all night long
Mommy does nothing in fear of taking his bludging wrath
And little brother curls into a ball in the corner of our twin bedroom and cries to block out my screams as he enters in me and makes me bleed
The first night
Then less after each passing night
I make the hurt go away he says
I am his little angel and one he could never live without he says after leaving me a sticky mess
A job well done he whispers into my ear as I slowly rise from being bent over the bathroom sink every day before school
A routine installed painfully within me since the age of four
Once before work
Twice after work along with drunken kisses from his fists until I can barely breathe
Then all night bathing in daddy’s love until he tries out buried deep within
Day in and day out
The routine is etched into my skin
Body
And mind
Until daddy’s loving care is the vital normality my life cannot fully function without
I love my daddy
And he loves me
His life sapping blows and violent thrusts says so
This is all I am good for
Can anyone else tell me otherwise?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem