Daddy And His Girl

Trapped in a box, eating up the oxygen.
Breath fast, fast, faster
Fight to swallow all of my chances.
Before he comes with the rise of the sun.
I dread the moment when the light filters in,
Avert my eyes. I play dead, dead, dead all day.
He takes his time. I hear him rise.
And feel the room swell with his bigness as he enters.
Lifts the lid and laughs. His breath is stronger
than my little cardboard world. Hands slip down
Around my waist. I curse my size, I curse my gender.
He moves in silence, baring his ferocious yellow teeth.
Our wide, wide eyes. I see myself inside his face.
lie me down. I don't fight. Because I lost that will when I lost
myself, to him. Out of control. His warm flesh
Pressing against my own cold bones.
Soft safe fabrics pulled down. Power, covering me whole.
His jaw slides into my collarbone, licking at my childhood.
And his eyes are closed as he steals another piece
of his little girl. He almost looks fragile, in that moment.
I focus on his familiar features, and his long, long eyelashes,
Tickling my neck. Pressure builds and I bite my tongue
Hard, hard harder. I make my own pain. Taste the blood.
And in a final strike it will all be over. Slicing me,
Scarring me. I feel his sweat and his warmth all over me.
Short, sharp movement and he moves away from me.
Cleans me quickly. Arms briefly hold me, lift me.
Down, down, down into my cardboard world.
Wipes his stained hands and I know I'm always filthy.
He doesn't make a sound, as he turns, he goes, he leaves me.