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1. Lie Still
Her father was always getting too close
especially when he held her shoulders,
or moved her hair out of her face.
His breath smelled stale
grabbing her with thick, beefy hands,
desperately.
When Ryan came over,
she;d put on a dress, smile more.
They went in her father's room
even though the scent of
cologne and dirty socks
was overpowering.
There was a stereo
and the bed was bigger than her own.
Her father's suits hung lonely in the closet.
Sometimes she would make Ryan try them on,
he would complain about the polyester.
On nights her father went out,
she would leave the phone off the hook,
she felt safe enough to take a bath
with the door unlocked.
The bus ride to her house was long
Ryan always kept that to himself.
He woulf force his arm around her,
wishing he hadnt let her down.
As they would lie together,
the bed held them so still
untilt hey heard the key in the lock
Ryan would leave through the front,
she could barely hear his goodbye.
Her father came home,
tongue heavy and swollen with liquor.
She could tell when he scored,
as long as it wasnt her, it didnt matter.
She closed herself, shaking her head,
it was too familair.
i ll post mouths and petals soon.