Pawn of the Father

Pawn of the Father

I see us in pictures — you and me.
The doe-eyed fool and the wolf dressed as a man.
My smile? Open. Trusting. Pathetic.
Yours? A hungry grin, a check you meant to cash — whatever it took.

That girl never saw the wreckage coming,
Never guessed she'd choke on her own sobs,
Or drag the stench of your shadow for many wasted years.

And him?
He disappeared — like a coward.
No words.
No prayer.
No dime.
Just a ghost leaving her to rot in his mess.

But cowards never vanish clean.
They crawl back when the scent of destruction calls them.
You came and went, not for love, not for guilt —
But for the sheer thrill of twisting the knife.
Dropping in like a sickness,
Reminding her she was a pawn in a game she never chose.

A daughter used as a weapon.
A child dangled like bait.
Your favorite kind of cruelty.

Now, that girl’s heart is steel — forged in every lie you told.
Her fears buried deep, frozen in a crypt of ice and rage.
Not broken. Not gone.
Just sharpened — a blade you’ll never see coming.

As you slithered away,
She dreamed of pain — your pain.
Of blood — your blood.
Of screaming your name to a god who never gave a damn.

She dreamed of dying.
Of disappearing into the void you carved in her.
But when winter broke,
It wasn’t her lying dead —
It was every soft part of her you tried to kill.

You thought you’d buried her.
But she was learning how to bury you.

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