july 2002

The silent screams

continue

but now they're not for

a drug

for the family's well

kept secret,

swept tidily under the rug.

Snug as a bug.

Squashed.

Squashed down to size.

Between the thighs.

That'll teach you.

That'll show you

be a good girl

Stupid

be a good girl now

be bad grown up.

I hate it, I hate it all

but there's too much to

do I'm so low but

I'm strong and I'll make it.

I'm tired to write.