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 Untitled by Taneka Stotts cotton candy machine by zekeil Two by Daniel Sanders The other side of tragedy by Cohen Morosoff On the Way to the Library I See the Reverend by Micah McKee Lining in the clouds by Jose Vadi submit a poem for next month's edition go to current edition  |
Untitled by Taneka Stotts this is the sound of rape coming to you in five four three two NO daddy's girl locks eyes tight like bedroom door as sober feet shuffle down one way hall that ends with her bedroom door boogiemen are not suppose to be fathers and he shuffles on down with a chain gang strut his guilt lost by the rattle of his lust and the footsteps have stopped her eyes eye the doorknob she can hear him breathing she can see shadowed footsteps appear from the bottom of her door and she just wants to call out lights letting this all be a show where she can cut and go as she pleases drawing the curtain scars never show on stage she hears the doorknob jiggle and she remembers his hands and how they like to travel how they rape her of her innocent resources leaving her feeling diseased as her mind migrates to the west but there is only so far that she can travel before she hits the end of reality falling off her world as he settle in doorknob jiggles again followed by her name how dare he call out her name how dare he call out what has been defiled deflowered and demolished before 15 and mother is fast asleep riding open plains with prince valium leaving her to fend the castle for herself and he is getting angry she looks at all her dolls if only they would stop smiling if only they would stop staring whispering dirty girl dirty girl we see what your doing she eyes the pictures on her nightstand he has never left bruises at least for the human eye to see internally he has branded her leaving semen and blood "that hurts" she will sometimes whisper but that only turns him off to reality pounding her harder weighing her down with more of his guilt till she reaches the end of reality the stars look beautiful at the end of reality she reaches in rage at the fractured memories watching them plummet to the hardwood floor frames shattering like her virginity and he says are you okay in there he says are you okay mary mary quite contrary where does your father touch you this is not okay she is not okay as she stares down the shattered chandelier of memories reflected from outside moonlight onto her face the stars are so beautiful when they sparkle at the end of reality he has found the spare keys and she does not care gathering up what is left of her innocence she stares at the end of reality the stars they are just outside her bedroom window and she used to fly days when daddy only touched her so that she could play with gravity the window glass is cold he is fumbling key after key as she unlocks reality from the third floor now i lay me down to sleep i pray the stars my soul to keep if i shall die before i fly tell my mother it was not her fault hallway light floods empty bedroom stage spotlight on no one as cold breeze dances through closed curtains angels are falling they have lost their wings voices are rising and small prayers are moments of silence when you blink some where this girl is flying some where in her stars at the end of reality where only oblivion touches her but only with her permission |
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