She talks to
Portraits on the wall
They keep her company
Inside four corners of alone
Practicing saying sorry
To the people with no faces
Where she has used
The last of her words
To conjugate the image
Of being seen and not heard
Practicing saying sorry
To the people with no faces
She reiterates
She reiterates
She reiterates
Where she retches from
The back of her throat
The right letters
To make it sound sincere
Repeated in the lines
Of a false confession
Practicing saying sorry
To the people with no faces
Punishments for her
Childhood ending
she sits at the edge
On a white whicker bed
Thinking about her sins again
Till the lines began to blur together
Practicing saying sorry
To the people with no faces
She reiterates
She reiterates
She reiterates
Practicing saying sorry
To the people with no faces