The color drains from her face
Like water from a sponge		
Almost tidal
Leaving behind the line of waste
Debris of her now ebbing life.

Blood washes the dirty floor clean
Flame red
Not the usual kitchen floor linoleum shade
But a change is as good as a rest they say
They…
Always They.

So much blood
They said eight pints ?
She drops her gaze now to the floor
Easier than looking forward
So tired
Who's arms are they anyhow ?
They, always They.

Never her
Never seen as a person
Cinderella had it real good
Prince fucking charming and all that
They always have happy endings
THEY always have everything

Noise in her ears now
Fuzzy sound
So dim in here, still daylight though
Pins and needles, long gone
Just numb now, still smiling
Blood drying and sticky now

They won't like the mess, tough shit.
They don't like anything she does
Judge & jury they always were
Not now
She called this shot
She, not They.

Too long in this life, to live a life
They had her chained from the start
As a child she suffered
As a girl she suffered
As a woman she died
Her way, she chose, not They.