The Past Mends Her

[shemthepenman]

edit 2

Does A Sick Significance Reason?



Mother made it to the sofa, at last,
collapsed, and slurred,

—Have a nice birthday, honey?

But, I didn't know where I was
or who I was
or why they hurt me.

I'm not a horrible person.

I'm free!

I'm five years old
and a Nietzschean force of nature,

times three.

And, I'm sick of it,
sick of it,
sick of it.
Stop hurting me.

He put his hands around my throat

and choked me.
He loved me like a father should—

my lover, my daddy, my protest, too.

I'm not a horrible person.

I'm supergirl.

I collect things that hurt,
and no one knows.

—It's just the way life is,
mother said,
the way it goes.

Now, I'm hard and soft and hard

just like a coffin nail.


edit 1

Mother made it to the sofa, at last,
collapsed, and slurred:

—Have a nice birthday, honey?

But, I didn't know where I was
or who I was
or why they hurt me.

I'm not a horrible person.

I'm free!

I'm five years old
and a Nietzschean force of nature,

times three.

And, I'm sick of it,
                           sick of it,

                                          sick of it.
Stop hurting me.

He put his hands around my throat
and choked me.
He loved me like a father should—

my lover, my daddy, my protest, too.

I'm not a horrible person.

I'm supergirl.

I collect things that hurt,
and no one knows.

—It's just the way life is,
mother said,
the way it goes.

Now, I'm hard and soft and hard

just like a coffin nail.

original

Mother made it to the sofa, at last,

collapsed,and slurred:

—Have a nice birthday, honey?

But, I didn't know where I was
or who I was
or why they hurt me.

I'm not a horrible person,
I'm not!

I'm free.

I'm five years old
and a Nietzschean force of nature,

times three.

And, I'm sick of it,
                           sick of it,

                                          sick of it.
Stop hurting me.

He put his hands round my throat
and choked me.
He love me like a father should—

my lover, my daddy, my protest, too.

I'm not a horrible person,
I'm not!

I'm supergirl.

I collect the things that hurt,
and no one knows.

—It's just the way life is,
mother said,
the way it goes.

Now, I'm hard and soft and hard

just like a coffin nail.


[another one salvaged by Billy's ingenuity. previously was given a different title with catastrophically, unforeseen, emotive consequences; hence, i retitled it.]