he told her that she was nothing
because she said that she didn't want to be what
society called a 'something'.
he gripped her arm and turned her face towards him
and he said that if she wasn't something, then she
would always be nothing and that next morning
she woke up with bruises where his fingers
had been and a determination to become
something,
for him.
so she began to starve and cut and repeat until
she was skinny and beautiful and he could
look at her with pride in his eyes, look at
his eldest daughter and stop hiding the fact that she does
[in fact] exist.
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