In dependant womanIn dependant women i find the brink of lost hopeA tilted ice skating rinkWith a layer of soft soap.A broken vase. Poker face. No joker, ace.The hand shes dealt is knucklesand a battery of bible belt bucklesHe chuckles...She wears the make up so he wont lose face.Fat slouch, soiled briefs, mouthful of tooth paste.He's a relic from a past era.She will never run faster than her mascara.Scared...waiting for the second R to comeScarred...no healing, beckon martyrdom.Far from numb...but palsy ingrainedA flesh of mesh...and everything taken in vein.Maiden turned maidLaden with JadeA once bright son, faded to shade.