Breakfast with Daddy

Shush, honey
is the sound of deprave,
of worthlessness
Soaking into our skin
at the kitchen counter
like the French toast
Soaking up the syrup
he pours onto it without restraint
But there is nothing sweet
about the silky viscous constraints
he puts on our tongues
and forces us to swallow
meal after meal.

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