like razor blades on pertinent arteries

the man with the dead eyes
is the father of your only child
he lies
he takes
he watches you drown in his spite

and maybe you are done
with holding all his secrets
that make you sick
that drive a wedge between
who you were and who you want to be

his smile is empty
he uses his words sparingly
like razor blades on pertinent arteries
and the woman he gifted your authority to
is an ice queen
each day she teaches your daughter
to deny who she is 
freeze her emotions
you die a little more

the dead women
seethe in the background at the injustice
and you toast them with your wine
they don't want you to lose a daughter
like they did
their murderers had the same dead eyes
and told the same lies
and the women that protected them
were just as bad
they sacrificed the children
so they could preserve their faux happiness
in tupper ware

these people that kill hearts 
without a second thought
are the same people 
that encouraged the families at Jonestown
to drink the poisoned kool-aid
to preserve the life they built on lies

so you worry
because you know death
comes in all forms
your daughter is drinking the kool-aid
as the dead eyed ice people
hush her and tell her 
something better is waiting
all the while knowing what they took
from her and why
and seeing how they don't
give a shit