Possessions and spirits, cleansed only by a concoction of bleach Drank daily, burned back beatings, burnt feet, cigarette lighters And visions of a pale little girl on the floor, limp and cold The twisted sickness of parents who ingested poison, saying it Was their children who needed cleaning and not them, monsters Addicted to vice, culminated in a closet with a pruning saw Incinerated in the family’s fireplace, remnants scattered across The Sacramento River. A year of abuse continued on, and
