ELLE MARIE.
Ess Ay.
She was small,
born weird..
almost not at all.
Straight from the womb to the incubator..
straight into the heart
like an velvet arrow,
like a cold steel dagger.
She came with the guilt in the swaddling,
came with the shame in her life.
She threw emotions into chaos,
and lives into panic.
She was strange enough to be her own mother's stepsister...
strange enough to bear her great grandmother's name...
but she grew like a flower,
grew like a suspicion...
ticka ticka time bomb
ticka ticka time bomb
Soon she was walking and immediately lost,
immediately desperate for power..
she grew amid the eggshells,
grew into the light
but brought along her own personal shadows
to cast over those around her.
There was no way to remain in one place
for too long...
no way to quiet the tongues,
and bury the guilt.
before long there was the first small explosion...
it blew apart the beast and his wife..
blew them into tumbleweeds in their own lives.
and it started the running,
started the fear...
and it lit the fuse...
ticka ticka time bomb
ticka ticka time bomb.
After a while there was another man,
a good man...
showering gifts and glory
deep into the shadows..
he meant well
and did well...
but he had his own shadows.
Maybe she was alone too much,
but money had to be made,
lives had to be led....
She wanted the power,
wanted the control,
and age brought responsibilities,
and space.
Maybe it all began in the incubator...
thrust onto the planet
with no one to hold her,
no one to point the way...
maybe those days under glass,
with the tubes and the machines,
maybe that's where the distortion began...
ticka ticka time bomb
ticka ticka time bomb.
After a while,
the good man got lazy,
living up to his own promises became too hard,
momma was gone more...
worked harder..
and brother in law moved in with his wife.
In one savage,
devil spun afternoon,
hell walked the tiny streets of rural Georgia
and brother in law
raped the seven year old girl
while momma worked and the good man slept.
Tearing her flesh and ripping her mind,
in one afternoon....
then the police and the hospitals..
raped her some more,
and the courts and the attorneys and the relatives....
the rape became a gang bang...
and the little girl grew harder on the inside and
softer on the outside..
more guilt for momma,
more shame for families,
ticka ticka time bomb
ticka ticka time bomb...
The good man broke,
cracked and shattered,
and flew with the relatives...
flew in the face of justice..
flew in the face of his little girl
and her horrors.
Blood is indeed thicker than responsibility...
family is firmer than fair.
and the gifts and giving
became retribution and recrimination...
The mother took all the pain that she could,
watched the little girl face the new beast,
the second beast,
her own beast...
and watched him laugh..
and could take no more.
and then,
the running came again..
out of the darkness and into the gloom.
Another good man..
with a bottle,
took them all to Texas..
most of the belongings and memories
got left on the sidewalk in Georgia
but the shadows came along...
and got deeper and blacker.
and the nightmare never really left...
each time Elle Marie,
looked down into the face below,
she saw the beast,
and each time the little girl looked around,
she saw the missing daddy,
and his brother - the new beast...
