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.

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