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 © 2025 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 FAQ Members Poetry Center Login Signup   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)