Cassandra:
Little girl lost
you are all hard
the sound of broken glass
jangling inside
You cy foul
you cry woe
torrid & disdainful words
Pain is your friend
your comforter
the place that you call home
Tell us the whispers
haunting you
Control & manipulation
are your Mummy
your Daddy
turmoil
embroiled emotions
& masses
of glass
[Acknowledgments to Angela Smith, whose texts "Sylvia, Poet – Sweet Sylvia" & "A Young Boy Sleeps" I've sampled from here].
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