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Around and around the wooden spoon
stirs pasta with rodents nipping on
worn out sneaker toes peaking out
from ripped fabric before grimy hands
feed whaling pleas escaping
quivering baby lips and
she rocks her sister to sleep
before scooping out beans
onto seven plates while remembering
daddy dearest gets the most
in adult concentration until feeling
familiar hands sliding up
her chicken bone legs
and tugging down her
rusty nail panties for
easier access of sinking
into her tainted behind
faster than  yesterday
she's no longer ten,
but a hollowed seventeen
like her admirable sister
sitting there watching in
horror while covering her
pregnant belly from daddy
as her eyes recall
consequences of fighting off
unwanted love.