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it was just a taste of amber
at every night past six.
her smell was strong and lingered
across his violent lips.
.
and he would drag me from my slumber
by my tiny wrist,
as amber smoked my lungs,
then burned with every hit.
.
and I wondered what she gave him
that stole so much from me.
was that poison so much better
than the love I tried to be?
.
oh, daddy was my safety,
really so easy to sell?
for amber’s sweet relief
on your journey down to hell.
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Comments (2)
This was so poignant and emotional. Such a beautifully written poem!
Ooof! That hits hard!