Dad by Andrea ColtonTeeter
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. |
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