by Missy Jubilee
There is nothing on earth
like the love of a child
that passes unnoticed in the dark
because she has no hope.
Her love is submissive,
so much a servant’s love,
passionate and lying in wait,
in a way that the avid
yet unconsciously demanding love
of a grown woman can never be.
Fear motivates,
more than love
or ambition
or joy.
Fear is more powerful
than anything else in the world.