Nothing

She pounds it,

drills it into his core.

He is nothing.

Trash.

This is her language-

a mother’s love.

He learns to speak it as the years pass.

And when he finds love,

he tells her, “You are nothing.

“Nothing without me.”

This is his language,

but she doesn’t speak it…

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