No Tomorrow

I wouldn't know "tomorrow"
if it slapped me in my face,
it's enticement has weakened
and folded underneath memories
of hell, that left stains on skin
and concrete floors.
life held back by the indwelling of
the whore her daddy made her.
Repugnant
stench
of
his
alcohol
left his scent branded into her skin.
So there is no real tomorrow,
only the hell of all those yesterdays
when she hid tears behind glassy eyes,
and fake smiles formed
a noose around her
already
broken
neck.

No, no tomorrow,
no better days ahead to
lay hold to,
in hopes of salvation,
or saving grace.
It was never even offered.
Instead she lived her life to the
tune of alligator skin nightmares,
and bloody beatings that left
semen lingering on the tip of her tongue.
and she only
wakes up,
to live the
nightmare
all
over
again.