A child’s world

At eight she said

Please

As the sheets rose
and fell
and the wind chilled
brittle bones
and mottled flesh
Don’t

And a spear
as sharp as spring storms

Please

Cut her in two
Don’t

As rancid breath
and vapours of
whiskey tinged despair

Please

Filled her flared
dark nostrils
Don’t

And blood seeped
between scraped
and dimpled knees

Please

Falling from her secret place
on thighs and hands
and screams
Don’t

His slick sweat
painting dark stains
on micky mouse pyjamas 

Please

Drowned her life
In fear and loathing
hate and bitterness
At herself
for what she let
Him do
Don’t

In weight

Please

And
Don’t

Grunts and beastly rutting
And
Cries of help me Mommy
And

Please
Don’t


Daddy

     -Dave Kavanagh

I wrote this because I am tired of hearts and flowers in a world that is ripping itself apart with hate and racism, child abuse and man made religions! 

This poem is intended to be read in two voices, the bold is the voice of the child

4 thoughts on “A child’s world

  1. The truth isn’t pretty,it’s the propaganda machine that attempts to keep those in line by falsehood and fear.The world and especially this nation need to own what is and accountability collapse upon the hierarchy down so that we may breath a distant air of truth greatly a miss and forsaken. They don’t apologize for belittling the core value, so not shall we as mirrors we hold in place. Prolific, fierce and moving write.

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