in the night you claw at these walls,

screaming into a small portrait

of your daughter as you cry

that she is bending, ripping the world away

and you tap your jaw,

no time to explain yourself

little smiles and clocks

are ticking in your face

the rustbucket outside is rotting

to infinity and the butterflies

on your curtains seem to have flown away

so drown the last sense of yourself you grasped

drive rubber in the pavement

screech into daughter's doorframe furiously

     note: sorry if these suck lol i'm trash so...