A Father's Grace

Unbothered negligence, his trophy an epithet; lecherous outlaw.

Obstreperously, you fought, his excuse leaked from his lips: vampish.

Vexed his apology turned into a sour eulogy at my incarceration. That

tizzy buzzed in my consciousness flaring, flaming furiously. A hick

harboring entitlement, they called my protest blasphemy. Your gait

gammy from the scars left behind; he confused you for a harlot– apathetic.

Analog, that memory an attack of asphyxia suffocating your trachea.

The thought is a deterioration of personal development, existing

essentially as a tool of manipulation against my goddess. Rapturous

ripples in your mind erected his anonymity; my baby became a victim and

a survivor. Athena, my other half of war, filled with strategy learned

lechery is an attack on the mind more than the body. His clasp

Created a crater, a chasm embraced by the sea. Drowning in

inky water, void of light, you became vantablack. Plastered

permanently inside a box, he is now a carcass. His words pseudo

prayers, he had circumvented you with sweet nothingness. Even

eternity cannot erase the past, but Alcippe, my love is unconditional.