All Her Mistakes

Loom out of the dark, gather ‘round, form a circle.

Stand around her limp body as she struggles to scream.

No pictures, just memories of how she turns purple.

Watch as her life comes apart at the seams.

What once was a fate sewn with golden thread

Has now turned into patchwork with missing pieces.

All the kind words she spoke have now turned to threats,

And her beauty is getting lost in the creases.

Loom out of the dark, gather ‘round, come even closer.

Look how she shakes when they unleash all her mistakes.

Her final breaths sound like a story lacking closure,

And her innocent eyes grow calm like lakes.

-Jackie