but they loved you

But it’s because they loved you, dear daughter.
They loved you so much they had to have you.
They told me, dear daughter.
They told me they liked your eyes, your little rats’ eyes.
The ones you got from your father.
Just like them to like you.
How like them.
Let me stroke you now, dear daughter,
let me stroke your hair and your eyes and your face all blue.
Because you choked on their little cocks now, didn’t you?
But you’re my blue baby girl. You’re my blue monk baby.
And I won’t let them see you again.
I promise, dear daughter, because you’re blue and your lips are brown with rust.
We must get it off.
I must wash you now, in the river.
I must wash the taste of cock out of your mouth.
Dirty man-cocks, dear daughter.
Just like your dear father's.
Oh, I'd eat soap afterwards.
But I won’t let you, because I love you, blue.
Because mother loves you.