Daddy

"Daddy, I have had to kill you

You died before I had time-----"

"Every woman adores a Fascist,   

The boot in the face, the brute   

Brute heart of a brute like you."

                                  

                                  ~Daddy by Sylvia Plath

You remember the day,

Do you?

When I asked for Rick and Morty

on that yellow book cover

It was yellow daddy,

Do you?

That day, it turned into blood.

Did you see? 

I never knew,

Yellow would be so red to me.

I only wanted to paint.

To paint stars, to paint stories.

It's nothing now, Daddy

I paint, now, nothing.

Remember? Me? A child?

Crying for little tiny tinsels?

See me now, Daddy

Would you?

I cry, you know, 

not to cry anymore.

Yellow is so sick.

All colours are sick.

They sicken me

that I hate them.

But, Daddy, I think 

now I hate you more.

You were never mine.

I was never yours.

To be never anyone's.

But, now everyone is you.

Everywhere.

You! You! You!

Where is me, Daddy?

Why did you kill me? 

I pull my hairs at night

but you don't die.

Why don't you, 

Daddy, why don't you?