Why did you take advantage of me, Why did you do it when I was so young? Why did you grin with those smug, rotting gums like it was a joke, like it meant nothing?
Why did you think it was okay, knowing I was your daughter? That kind of evil doesn’t burn away.
You knew. You said sorry. But sorry can’t stitch up a soul. Sorry doesn’t make me whole. Sorry doesn’t make me jolly.