Her seventeenth, spent away from home
Lying in a motel room, bleeding alone.
From underneath she screamed NO,
In her mind, she could not hide--
With each passing moment, eternity slid by,
Pulling apart her insides, ripping her folds,
Tearing flesh and pride and all she ever dreamed.
Then it came:
Daddy took her shopping on Saturdays.
Ice cream on Sundays.
Momma only cared about her shape.
Daddy's girl, momma's supermodel.
Sixteen with an oyster shell.
Seventeen in a living hell.