Sackcloth & Ashes (Part 2)

This brainstorm

Is menacing

Coming from a handless maiden

Made of steel

Her scattering feels unreal

We cleared her orchard bare

After writing her name on petals from there

She went where she was called

But there’s a line drawn in the earth

You can only see it if you’re one of us

We didn’t care about her hard injuries

Her inborn curse of death and disease

Her twisted soul and her cruel destiny

The natural disasters aligned with her feet

The wrong turns taken by strands in her genes

The soporifics that put her to sleep

The poison that we put in her dreams

All cause she was different from you and me

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