A fingernail thin line traveling from

The left peak of my heart around to the

Tiny point at its end

A hairline thin crack ripped across the surface

And each day threatens to extend

A line that creates tension all around the

Hemisphere

If you slip a digit in it, blood your hand is

Sure to wear

It's the blood of a daughter, tied with

Twining ropes to slaughter

It's the blood a father spilt

More with every blow he dealt

Perfect precision, he traced the thin point of a

Blade around the curving heart of the child he

Made

A crack

Stretching and seamless, filling with this pain

Signed and sealed with my Daddy's name