Status: This is a verse novel. Warning: Involves abuse.
Invisible
What I've been waiting for
The next morning
my father notices.
He sits across from me
at the table
and begins a slow,
long lecture.
"Girls should take care of their hair..."
It continues on
and on
and on.
I stare at my uneaten
breakfast
wondering why I even
bother
to pretend to eat.
"Are you even listening?"
He suddenly shouts,
spit flying from his mouth.
He doesn't believe me and
I don't have time to duck
before he throws his plate
at my face.
In the mirror,
I see blood
but it's not blood created by a silver blade.
It's messy, it's random.
Not controlled
And slowly begin the process
of cleaning myself up
enough to be able to go to
school.
my father notices.
He sits across from me
at the table
and begins a slow,
long lecture.
"Girls should take care of their hair..."
"It keeps their reputation good..."
"Girls with hair like yours will be
treated like a
boy..."
treated like a
boy..."
It continues on
and on
and on.
I stare at my uneaten
breakfast
wondering why I even
bother
to pretend to eat.
It's not like anyone notices.
"Are you even listening?"
He suddenly shouts,
spit flying from his mouth.
No.
I nod.
"Of course,
Father."
"Of course,
Father."
He doesn't believe me and
I don't have time to duck
before he throws his plate
at my face.
Looks like everything's back to normal.
I run to the bathroom
and lock myself
in.
and lock myself
in.
In the mirror,
I see blood
but it's not blood created by a silver blade.
It's messy, it's random.
Not controlled
so I shiver in disgust
instead
of pleasure.
instead
of pleasure.
And slowly begin the process
of cleaning myself up
enough to be able to go to
school.