get the June 2014 108 page cc&d magazine
1994-1997 anniversary
issue supplement collection 6" x 9" ISBN#
paperback book:
Cheryl Townsend
daddy
Even now at 35 I wince when
arupting anger flashbacks you
lunging steel beam hands that
sounded like popping balloons
against my red Shirley Temple curls
they were such big hands the kind that
could hug a child completely but never did
I was terrified when the darkness gave no
warning I only remember hurting and in my
young confusion wondering why nothing I did
was ever good enough I was always the little
bitch who told when really my flesh screamed
your faults to the world hiding in gym class to
avoid questioning innocence or inquisitive
intentions my mother was just a whiff of
Moondrops as she shut the door like lacing
up a straight jacket trapped and I would
cry to Jesus just as quiet as I could please
make somebody love me fighting self pity today
that no one ever did and before I can catch
the reality at hand the tears already give
evidence no matter how many years or miles
away from you I get youčre still abusing
the need of a child
