An old woman
sat at the end of the tub
and stared at the bubbles
that slowly revealed
her body beneath the waves.

An old woman
sat at the end of the tub
and looked down to her nudity
in awe of it's perfection

An old woman
cannot be used
if she has the body
of a seventeen-year-old
but the mind
of a seventy-year-old.

That doesn't change
the fact
that she is tired.

She is always tired.

And she will always be tired
of people like you.

'What happened to the days
when men were men
and women wore pearls? '

she thought to herself
as the top of her head
fell beneath the waves
and she made her own bubbles.

Erica Francis

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