Lydia, Lydia
primary school days snatched away
doe eyes learning the ABCs
spelling bees and climbing trees
fall to the floor along with the hair
as they chop off your curls
broken toys, broken nails
torn tights and hymens

Lydia, Lydia
they've called off the search
the world no longer cares for
lost girls once who have
grown too harsh for the eyes
sliced themselves to shreds,
more trouble than their worth
"If only you'd just -pretend- for once. Your selfishness is costing
this family a fortune!" your mother snaps as she steers you to that couch you primly settle on in silence for thirteen grand a year

Lydia, Lydia
you've got it all almost
your battle scars and shorn flesh
hiddlen with a smile glazed with
sticky gloss and bullshit as you
quietly decide which romance is more lethal:
your dance with the devil for kill me pills or the grit teeth too close to your ear, "you belong to me" as Mr. Golden Boy loots your body once again

Lydia, Lydia
all done up in diamonds and pearls shimmering as brightly as the ring the bastard's forced on to you to the envious croons of your vapid valley circle
as burden blooms within the walls of your womb

Lydia, Lydia
guilt's brute knife twists in your gut
as deplorable wishes grow to a head as chunky carmine remnants of life drain out from the cursed well between your legs

Lydia, Lydia
bruised violet and black
silver silk draped over your fragile frame as shaky hands and metal ridges release two decades of cries muffled in pillow lace and chipped teacups gone cold and twenty years turn to four minutes of cold of quiet of...