Blackbird

Her eyes are closed but she’s still seeing.
Blood and tears and leftover pain.
The shaking her fingers.
She’s losing it.

These things never go away.
She’s drowning in it,
All out of control.
The one thing she’s in charge of is flowing from her wrists.

She’s heard the truth
And it didn’t set her free.
It caged her like a dying bird;
Broken, bleeding, unable to fly away.