You never thought the fear would pass
Mocked the face repeating glass
Twisting, turning, tumbling still
Count the tear per windowsill
All
The way
Down she rides
The endless shame that Mother hides
Christian white and lily pure
Walk it off, the blood ignore
Vacant, empty, eyes unmet
Mother whispers let’s forget
All
The way
Down she weeps
End the shame that Mother keeps
Old spice and sweat bathed beer
Princess hush, your lover’s here
Trembling, quaking, huddled tight
Buried in her tomb each night
All
The way
Down she feels
nothing.
More
Than
Nothing
.
“More than Nothing” © John Anthony All rights reserved.
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