Nothingness

I disappeared behind his too-white teeth and charismatic falsehoods, That I clung to with my heart curled around his sensuous, rippling body My eyes sewn shut lest the picture not fit the frame of my mind's vision And one more night I would awaken to the hung over nothingness of addiction and loneliness. But instead, now victorious, I hear the cries of my newborn, Nada, meaning nothing, As a reminder that my past is nothing, today started when she was born, and tomorrow leads to the fullness of freedom.