I’m daddy’s girl,
moon shadow of dread.
I never speak because
the walls listen and
tattle tale to ears
that grow fists.
Inside my head words
walk my teeth trying
to find an exit, but
any sound they risk
would open a river of blood.
Hell has a cradle, a salt thread quilt.
Daddy owns a Bible…I hold the truth.
For everything there’s a season,
Now’s the time for Daddy's blackberry bruised moon
to shine light on his guilt.
©Susie Clevenger 2021
May the Turpin children never know horror again.
Created from Shay's Word Garden Word List #2 (Plath)
Words I chose are highlighted in list
Word List: blackberries, brag, coiled, counterfeit, daddy, dithers, exit, gobbledygoo,
hearing, idiot, lilies, lioness, mailed, maniacs, mend, moon, peacocks, shadows, space, water