Her dignity hung loosely,
Swinging from the thread-bare.
The waves of insanity, sprung from subterfuge,
Powered the painfully tightened pendulum.

Her words entrusted in their own entirety:
Forever frozen as they fall,
Caught on the wind of her
Last breath, cold.

Her entrance into delusion
Unmagnified by trained eyes;
Assumed sanity through inexperience;
Driven deeper by the unnoticed..

Her life a well-trodden path
Like her ancestors through poetry described.
Yet no light shed new destinies
Fate decided her.

Gone without a sound to savour
Except the whispers of regret
As the dead-weight fell.
The echoes of the thread-bare snapping.


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