her skin drips crimson
she paints every rose
with a pin and pinching pain
and a drop of liquid sadness
a recipe for madness
pills and ordered illnesses
therapy with doctors and proctors
are shunned by the marrow
in her breaking brittle bones
she is ridden to her bed
but only in her head
while she moves without point
or purpose
disobedience laced in every joint
she walks in circles
while she's graying
and disobeying
everyone who shouts at her
for not caring
and she's trapped and alone
blackness in each bone
and they watch, they watch her die
and she walks
she walks in circles
her heartbeat still alive
