I was a child, Hated and scorned Cast to the wolves The day I was born Though I may tremble in fear

Curled up at his feet Begging for my life again Please, Daddy please Sorry, so sorry Disregarded

she walks on air hanging from twisted strings a painted marionette dancing for her manipulator but if she falls

paint me beautiful color me with passion’s red shadow me with dark’s desire

I shatter into infinite pieces shards of glass skipping over pavement like rocks on a pond

Tears fall, land, roll, plop, splat. They glitter on scars. Sniff, wipe, blow... Gross!