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Vandal
What was the vandal thinking
When he made the choice
To burn my flesh every single night
And I once denied his overwhelming power
I had to be smacked down
To be kept in line
What would he be thinking
If he were in my head now
And he saw the words I’m writing
Turned, selected, ripened with a pen
Like the seeds of a revolution
I’m rising against everything
What was the vandal thinking
When he had me pinned down
And he sweated, grunted over me
Like a pig at its trough
All his bitter, sloppy kisses
Sucked all the life out of me
What would he be thinking
If he saw my bare skin now
The swollen razor scars
With thumbtacks, letters carved
All my features now soft and round
Childhood long forgotten
What was the vandal thinking
When he let go inside of me
And while I played the next day
he gave me two unnamed pills
An said everything would be okay
I was so afraid
What would he be thinking
If he knew I still expect him every night
That I think I may forgive him
And I put this blame on Mom
She still can’t believe in anything
Though she knew it all along
What was the vandal thinking
When the detective came knocking
Interrogated, guilty conscience hard at work
With all his hypothetical bullshit
But he finally just confessed
Now my soul is sighing
This vandal
Though he is no longer here
He is still destroying me
