Have a headache?

Like a Bex?

A little rest is all you need.

Those plaintive, weak, all hollow words

Mean nothing to me Mother.

You know the pain of which I die

Lies far beneath the sheets..

YET YOU DON”T LOOK!

Are you frightened?

Do you care if you should stumble on the truth

What would you do, oh jelly, spineless, gutless one?

TRUTH YOU ALREADY KNOW!!!???

For I know you know – you are aware.

This little girl with tousled curls

Needs your support, your love, your care.

But you, oh selfish soul –

You do not dare to care enough.

For if you did,

Would you support your guileless child

Whose stomach has been torn apart

And then give up your own sweet needs

To have a lover warm your thighs?

Oh NO!!! For you the choice is plain.

Pass out a pale, pathetic smile

And quickly rush back to the warmth

Of quilted bed where passion lurks …

FOR YOU!!!!

Julie-Anne Wingate. Copyright 2002. All Rights Reserved.