(needs work i know!)


one daughter ran away and lives on the streets
giving blowjobs to tourist, for food, and a roof to find sleep
she calls her pimp daddy; not much of a trade,
from the one she called step, the one that betrayed

at 11 years old with a child’s bright eyes,
she misses her sister at night as she cries
not knowing the truth or the secrets that hide
in a family’s dark closet she too will soon slide

with an agonizing plunge he changed her whole life
the palm of his hand muffled her cries
while four bedroom walls soaked the rest in
blood on the sheets, his drunken shamed grin

walls once meant safety, now they’re a trap
twice a week daddy pushes them back
her own little dungeon in a world full of lies
never the sanctity for which they imply

in a bathroom down the hall mother’s sprawled on the floor
puke down her chin, foot at the door
syringe in the sink, and gin in her gut
afraid to be strong, she keeps her mouth shut!

with closed caption clarity his feet echo the hall
two years worth of visits she knows what’s in store
she vacates her body and pretends to be tough
there’ll be time to be human later, and that’s soon enough

but her door doesn’t open; she’s more scared than before
so she runs to the kitchen then back to a door
where the last of the sisters remains in a dream
while he’s undressing above her, reliving this scene

he pulls back the covers and slips into bed
masturbates for a minute then wakes her instead
he tells her he loves her, she’s still half asleep
unaware of the intent as a child should be

with an agonizing plunge she changed her whole life
then two, three and four more trips for the knife
her sister screaming fell to the floor
as her mother appeared then collapsed at the door

this time it’s his blood on the sheets
this time, it’s time for no repeats
the state removed the girls, but he remained free
she was raped again while in foster custody

9 years later; today, she took her own life
the runaway sister turns tricks to survive
I was told over the phone
the youngest one is in a good home

wow, so vividly harsh and real and...wow, an amazing write capturing
something so dark, kc

you might be the bravest of the brave just for leaving a reply.

thank you, now if only i can work out the ending

Definitely an amazing write..

thank you Ainjel, very nice to hear from you

Holy **** that was intense! My hat's off to you for pulling no punches. Thank you for sharing this kc.

well, punches are meant to be delivered, right?

thank you for taking the time...

That fine line between real,,and seen,,and missing,,yet seen through blood-shot eyes... Nice write KC...

thank you T

this one has a lot more real than not though. sadly.