Daddy's Play
Daddy’s Play
by Amy Jo Sprague
I imagine you must have shut
yourself off somehow–the way
you’d eventually teach me to do–
before you entered my room
like a king’s shadow.
I hear the scrape of your jeans
your hands hot and big like swings;
I’m young so I love you. Â I do as you say.
You blow smoke in my face.
Now, here, I slip
because you taught me how to shut off–
how to die inside,
and I have only memories
of my body–
fear, arousal, panic and pain,
death around every corner
shh girl shh
I hid so well I lost me
in this confusion of a woman
trying to bud from
what’s already been picked.
One of the sadder things I’ve read in a while.
very sad yeah. i feel like saying thanks for sharing something so personal with us.
Felt the same way when we read it. At first we didn’t want to post it, but then we felt like there wasn’t any way we couldn’t post something like this.