A Daughter Lies
She rolled her stone-grey eyes
around my emptied house
She stared – hexed –
under her god-given right to be there
She – again – screamed too loudly –
I’m not going anywhere
She was present – moored safely
by her storm-dropped anchor
She unfettered her throaty gob –
spittle built in her foam-filled mouth
She spewed thrice-sworn spat words –
hatred spluttered out
She shouted again
and her vent dripped down my open shirt
She was an execrating creature
with stitched-back red lips
She turned her unmarked right palm out –
this pain was her last gift
She glared from grey marbles –
clicking – as her eyes flipped wild
She slapped with her right hand –
opened out – she rouged my cheek
She looked more frightened than me –
she being an arrant fool