daddy.
Daddy threw me lightly like a flower, but I didn't float. I let the water invade. I let it seep through my nose, into my ears, fill my mouth and drown my brain. So effortlessly, all my thoughts were wet with the dripping conscience of guilt. Maybe a little pain. Pain, a wrinkled flower shouldn't feel. I'll remember Daddy's words, every one of them because I dont let myself forget, because I don't sieve, I absorb and slowly I was gaining weight. Perhaps dangerously. The fear he always talked about was what consumed me. Daddy will never know. You are wrinkled, failing and invisible.