Her blood washed away by the rain
Her pale white skin almost translucent
Three clean stab wounds.
She made daddy mad...
In the kitchen...
Outside it was the leash
In the car it was his fists
The house holds the belt
Store parking lots are reserved for his hands
And now a knife belongs to the kitchen.
She made daddy mad...
And now she's dead.
 
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