dirty faced girl child
like shit-stained tracks from tears
and brown decay and
just
just
just a bit
of indifference

she cries, silently
shaking her sullen tresses
and they still bounce
they do
like when she was alive
before he came
and before mama didn’t care
before when there was food
instead of the stench
of day-old beer in the
cigarette fouled air

before
he
he
he
came
and she never wished anyone
dead

and her hair and step
were full of bounce
before
when she was still a girl
and not
a woman
in a torn
shabby dress, once full of
bounce

and
not
stained
red
and dark with tears

and sticky white horror

before,
when she was
alive

but dream, she could
dream
and dream and
dream and
dream and dream
and dream and
get lost in dreams

and
and
and

wish for hope
opulent, drug resistant
hope
the kind she never had
the type that won’t
fade when mama’s
high
again
or when he stops
hitting
and
and
and

the kind of dreams
where skies are
blue and
hearts are red
and not
the other way round
the kind of
dreams where fairies
still have hope
and tears
don’t fall tears don’t
fall tears don’t
fall they don’t
fall
fucking
don’t fall
they
they
they

they
don’t fall
’cause he’s dead
you see
and

there’s hope
and mama’s
not just a
fucking junkie
whore and
fairies don’t
fuk they don’t
fuk they don’t
have to

and the world’s
all damn right
again

’cause it’s a children’s
world
after all

i mean, isn’t it?