DADDY’S GIRL

Time was nigh
Her pulse nothing short a sledge hammer
Seated on that very bed, where
Where she knew he’d wend to first
His alcohol laden breath against her neck
Large hands bruising her delicate skin
Deep grunts as he went on and on
Silent tears as she, broke and broke
A solemn mess of father and child
Trembling with her pills in hand
She hoped to numb her pain
As he walked through the door
On her knees, she waited, stripped
She only ever asked for the doll
If only she’d known she was one