There was a child’s foot
kicking
against the red walls.
Mother’s milk
swelling
beneath the red dress.
Bath water
burning.
The gin tasted awful.
And Daddy was watching.
Don’t worry.
I’ve got you.
Butcher’s biology
A knife on a plate
He rolled up his sleeves for a fistful of cash.
Bandages slipping.
An undressed disgrace
A kiss. A fuck.
A hated mistake.