You stand before your father's eyes
a woman,fully bloomed.
No longer innocent,
you're of no use.
You stand before your father's eyes
eager for recognition
wanting attention,
hating yourself.
No longer innocent,
ghosts linger
reminding you
of his sins.
Dual voices
speak truth and lies
pushing you further,
convincing.
The blade lingers,
expecting a fight.
still as water, he watches
you slice.
