Crashintome
The Ends of Pain
Fingers up her legs
causes her hand to clench
Five years from when
her bed-spread
rinsed out red
through the ringer, stained
from her knees spread
Summoned prayer for gentility
the morning sun
to end the pain
To know his name, stabbing
the blame from her son
For him I am truly shaken
And for this I feel for you
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The Ends of Pain
The Ends of Pain
