Cutting
Every time his daughter wept
he bought her a bright yellow dress
or a white dress
sometimes a white and yellow dress.
In a dark moonlight
a moonlight that did not shine
he prayed for her well-being.
Each morning he would check for new cuts.
Teenage girls are as sunshine to a loving father;
he thought.
A shine that reveals razor scars,
accusations
that bled unseen by moonlight.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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