The Defilement of Her
Burn a hole through me, what you do is as bad as a cigarette burn on my forehead.
Label me what you want, your opinion will never change no matter what I do with my future.
Yell at me all you wish, 20 years of it equals I’m tuning out… finally
Incarcerate me with your power, take my keys, and watch me burn
Let the flowers on the table wither away
Let the bookshelves grow dusty and diluted with asbestos
Let the joyful songs of the four year old girl disintegrate into the muted air
And let the sparkle of her dreams become invisible to her freshly blinded green eyes.
But this is all in her favor…
…For you only wanted the best for your first born experiment.
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