She wakes in the morning
trapped in marble sleep
the color of dried blood surrounds her
cold upon her feet

She stays just for her family
captive to herself
she has a fucking job to do
shower them with wealth

she leaves a trail of red flakes
despite changing ruined dress
if you were to ask aloud
she'd willingly confess

shes the caretaker of windows
they're stained with her blood
she's learned to relish the memories
of her crimson flood
the moon pulls her up at nights
to awake in gossamer
her on retreat from daily life
and thoughts impure

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