Retard

From the perspective of an abused, paranoid, socially-anxious child raised in solitude. Making broth in an attempt to please her captor. Strangely befitting of a joyous rhythm, adding further contrast

Retard 72

Happily eating s**t

to make the day pass faster.

Happily keeping quiet 

to please my Lord & Master.

Covering up my scar
with a damp, loose plaster.

Covering up my mind
with a new disaster.

Mixing up a brew so
I can cover my debt.

Mixing up my words so 
I can drown in my sweat.

18/11/13