Dad blew bubbles
against my belly
and between my legs
Dad woke me up
to pee, and massaged me
inside
On his calendar
Dad puts signs
for the safe times
I started to smell
of fear, infected
by the smell of my sisters
That invited him
You can come, it's safe
we dare not do anything
or say anything
we want to cover it up
But no perfume is strong enough
I look seriously
in the mirror
and I don't see it
I am praised
for my beautiful drawings
of tortured women
Poem 3827 Amsterdam, 2021-05-27 Falling is like flying (Manon Uphoff) Book "Vallen is als vliegen" Collection:Bruises Keyword:Abuse (at home) Tribute to:Uphoff, Manon