Dad by Andrea Colton Teeter Totter. Give me all your fucking wasted years. The epitome of a life -unwanted- I’ve never known so clear. And you plow into me. Your daughter, your adversary. I am nothing to you but hate breeding rapidly in the heat of your teeth. And all there is…? Is all there is. A mark. An asphyxiated sigh. Inhale Inhale Inhale And I implode. 06/18/2012 Posted on 06/18/2012 Copyright © 2024 Andrea Colton Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Jennifer Truesdale on 06/18/12 at 02:43 PM wow love this.. i feel like you are writing about my life. Posted by Laura Doom on 07/07/12 at 11:09 AM The choreography of poetry; an effective flex of affective tissue as I hold your breath... Posted by Aaron Michael on 01/06/13 at 01:20 AM An asphyxiated sigh. Now that's a thought that's going to stick in my mind forever. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)