Someone Else's Daughter

He tasted like eden. But bit back like nod. There were eyes on every corner. In choking kaleidoscopes. That never stopped changing.

There was the frown in his brow. The pause in his ignition. As we set off. Hoping to get far enough away from whatever it was we were.

The dolls made their porcelain faces. All dressed in delicate gowns. The hour proposed its alternatives. While we danced. Like children orphaned on the playground. Empty swings scrolling softly to the rhythm of the wind.

I always thought time had more power. That it would make me different. Like it did before.

By the time I realized it was hopeless it was dark enough to see.

All the lights she'd left on. Trying to be someone else's daughter.