The Good Wife
I've felt essentially
nothing
as of late.
Such a good little girl..
Hide behind laundry;
cooking, and coffee,
and the suds in the sink
while you think of absolutely
nothing.
Such a good little girl..
Do your work,
hone your studies.
And sing about stories
that would emerge from your heart
but you feel
nothing.
Nothing at all.
Such a good little girl..
Child, why are you running?
How cynically funny
it is you think you are
content in knowing
that a stable life is amid
the ashes of your burnt dreams.
The good wife, a couple of kids..
a leash..
Such a good little girl..
You live to please
and in repayment, your life is at ease
with the peace of mind to know
that, really, you're better off.
And you should feel something
but instead, just feel
nothing.
Nothing at all.
But you hide it so well.
Such a good little girl..
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