Dirty Mattress in the Basement

Remember that game
we used to play?

Neck belt floor chain frolicking
into albino blindness baby
food spoon feeding baby
bird receiving trust blackmail
fake father figure forcing

my muscles atrophied
shivering trembling skeletal with
sores weeping

You'd say, "So cute!"
and call me
Your Pet while
ignoring every whimpered plea
over old VCR loop newscasts
broadcasting
my old face
to myself
long forgotten

You always won.