In this Nothing

 blankly staring at the tired,

broken woman in the mirror of shattered,

colored glass with rain water pouring down the black walls,

dripping soundly into a space filled of nothing.

Nothing? Yet she is there...standing there...her emptiness is perpetual.

Her aura as dim and languorous as a flame which eats up wick of a candle diminishing in it's last sparring moments.

Only to leave a puddle of hot, burning wax with no where to go, useful on when it was lit until it burned into...Nothing....