Ave Marie

The sound of the ticking clock
Beating against her skull
Time ticking, and the tiny child is growing ever minute
She goes to school, goes to work , does community service
The prettiest smile and hair you've ever seen like the Virgin Mary
Caged in by fear
She glares at the doctor
The sight of latex and play pins
Bottles and babies
Make her sick
Beating against her chest is her heart, dropping when he left
Solidifying that she is less of goddess she once was
Left only to the whispering wind
Weighing a big decision
Playing God
She wishes Moses would deliver her to a Promised Land
Jesus couldn't even cleanse this sin with His blood
Because she had stopped bleeding around two months ago
Mother Teresa can't even look her in the eye now
Failure laced with maternity overtop a child's blanket
All Teresa see's when looking at her "Virgin" Mary
Laying in the stable
Joseph, an absentee

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