Untitled Poem Word of the Day #16

She was such a pretty little thing.

Daddy’s girl.

Pigtails.

Dimples.

Sparkling blue eyes.

No knowledge of degradation

humiliation

pain

that was yet to come.

Prepped.

Primped.

Primed.

Salacious thoughts

for one so young.

Daddy had a problem.

Drunk.

Drugs.

Gambling.

He was shitty at all three.

Sold to pay the debt

her hunger only grew.

Wicked child.

Devil’s child.

Vicious child.

She was a bright child

so smart

she hid the abuse

beneath rosy smiles..

Lessons were learned

games were played

daddy’s girl became a vixen.

Knives were made to slash

slice

rend flesh free.

Guns with bullets

holes in the body

none are safe from her.

Sitting

crimson pool spreading

her delight in the debris.

It took nearly a month

to reassemble the pieces

of the men she slaughtered.

Found buried in a shallow grave

clues were slim

men 

they were not missed.

She sat watching

waiting

but no one came near

into the midnight she disappeared. 

 

Feb. 1/19