Pig of a Head

Born into depravity He only knows his father through sexual deviance Male domination breeds cycles of violence Channeling desires into primal lust She can only listen To what she escapes His grunting and moaning, incestual fucking Rejected as an object of sexual desire But her brother becomes like him And treats her like a slave But the feeling of survivors guilt remains So she accepts the abuse unconditionally This is love This is sacrifice Developed through a distorted lens A consequence of rejection She wanted it to be violent So he wouldn’t feel alone He would always say “you’re so beautiful… Maybe father just doesn’t know what to do with you” She plays dead in her black dress His little pornstar in the backyard They would play every day Until his hands felt inappropriate She would whisper apologies for both of them “I’m so sorry for what father has done" Over and over Like a harlot begging for forgiveness while being stoned Over and over Like a harlot begging for forgiveness while being stoned