Iamagoodgirl

Iamagoodgirl
Daddy told me so
Clasping his gin with ice
Sliding over vocals spent,
Crossed his legs while I lay
Bent, distorted, wondering
Had I been a dick, would it
Have made any difference at all?

Iamagoodgirl
That sugar cane CANE
Stiff, unyielding dicing
Pain, sometimes ghosts
Climbed the stairs,
I heard them debating,
When tears fell,
Heard them creeping through doors,
To rest close by each night,
When pillows failed to suffocate
Whispering the meaning of life.

Iamagoodgirl
Startled birds scattered,
Garden grew no flowers
Or heart drops steeped in love,
Mounted footpaths led above
To long, stems of BAMBOO
Wrapped vines of fruit yanked,
Dismantled to use, bleeding
Tomatoes, fruit of sundry womb,
Shut the door.

Iamagoodgirl
Turning pages of books
Riddles, clues, little enigma,
Sewn inside magic ideology,
Defeat dragons, incy wincy spider
Crawls to new heights, spins
Web of sorrow, dangling
While teardrops run rivers,
Silken threads strain under rain.

Iamagoodgirl
I taught myself.
Needle and thread
Swiftly tightens skin
Locking in beating heart
Pulled laboriously apart.
I am a good girl, I think
God told me so, that night
When the world closed
The door, I and darkness
Counted beats of broken heart.