Dust Catcher by The Artist Bree

Daddy you mean vacuum cleaner,
you sucked the dirt from my face, ass and hips
losing traces of my heart in the process
with openings diamonds take years to grow in.

Daddy you stole my hot breath
til it ran cold and smooth as a statue's-
its hard to move.

For we are the Dust Catchers, we two.
You are a vacuum and I am a witch
who got carried away by her broom.

You chopped off my leg to make it easier
to sweep, but you lost the attachment
and now I've a visible limp-
don't you think they won't notice
that I have a visible limp.

Please replace my calve with that
rosebush braided to persuade nasty
men with my thorns to think again
before climbing my sex.

You and I with our brooms will sit chins
in our hands, alone in our rooms, and
we'll catch any dust as it settles.

For we are the Dust Catchers, we two.
You are a vacuum and I am a witch
who got carried away by her broom.

Mesmerized by ceramic, and careful
not to slip, I'll study your mad tattoo
leavin' my arms open - Daddy I'm
your little girl- I'm your little girl!

Daddy you mean vacuum cleaner you
stole my hot breath, til it ran cold and
smooth as a statue's and Daddy its
hard to move,
hard to move,
hard to move,
hard to move.