Your Bitch for Hope

Forgive the coarse language, but if you never let out the shadows, there won’t be any room to let in the light.

I love the way you dole out hope
like I’m your little bitch dancing
on spindly Chihuahua legs, barking
my dumb ass off
unsure whether to beg you for a treat
or rip your fucking jugular

A little love is worse
than a lifetime of indifference
or two minutes of hate

Once upon a fucked-up life
with my two point three daughters
the writing bug returned, leeched
into my bloodstream through the
tear left in my heart
and the one like me, you know,
her, well she died
inside
I was left to write her eulogy
except I can’t remember
how she spelled her name

A little bit of love
is worse than
the shit you left me with
so thanks

Once upon a fucked-up dream
I awoke, screaming
dreamt I heard my daughter cry
but she was speaking a language
nobody spoke but me, except
I was gone and left her in tatters
ripped apart, stabbing herself
in the vagina with an indifferent
colored knife
even a flesh axe can still cut

And you made me watch,
you fuck,
so forgive me if I don’t pray
to you
tonight

But sometimes, you really piss
the bed I pray in

I’ll be better tomorrow

7 Comments

  1. Hanno Phenn says:

    I think the language is appropriate for the dark side.Never the less I prefer the light side of life for myself. I like it Full Stop.

    1. Thank you. Full Stop. 🙂

  2. Mancakes says:

    Wow. Just…wow. Powerful stuff.

    1. Thanks for the feedback. Sometimes, it seems like too much. I almost deleted it 3 times.

  3. Carissa says:

    I’m glad you didn’t delete it. Sometimes words must be spoken.

    1. I wrote it for an angry, brilliant, 13-year-old poet who used to be my step-daughter. She needed to know it’s okay to let it out, because in can choke you sometimes. Thanks for the encouragement.

      1. Carissa says:

        It will come out. One way or the other. I know.

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