The Butcher’s Daughter


Her reflection stares back at her through the water
She felt like a worthless nothing
Memories taunting the butcher's daughter

Even more useless than a squatter
She might have been one as poor as she was
Her reflection stares back at her through the water

They would say go get yourself a walker
When her limp was prominent in the cold
Memories taunting the butcher's daughter

Hitting flies in the morning with the swatter
Hiding from her father's beatings in the evening
Her reflection stares back at her through the water

Go back to the shop and slaughter
They would taunt as she walked alone in the streets
Memories taunting the butcher's daughter

The sun beats down on her shoulder getting hotter
Maybe if she jumped the pain would drown
Her reflection stares back at her through the water
Memories taunting the butcher's daughter

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