Chrysanthemum Room

Black ribbon on the photo

The frame is white as snow

They are in silence, unlike goto

Which plays in mind for show

"What beautiful soul…"

"Who'd knew that it'd happen…"

"How terrible…", "Foul…"

Feels like they never trap them

A silly fly trap of a strip

That hangs down from a ceiling

Once map, that drew each bit

Began the downfall being

The parents treat it as a show

Yet bark at one another

The moment all of them are gone

They fight like there's no other

Blame him, blame her, blame teacher

Blame friend that moved away from her

Blame new religious preacher

Blame all that could go wrong before

Blame words that didn't reach her

Blame work or studying

Blame mind that's muddy

Blame all, but selves that drove her

She was my solace, as we were

She was the light in my dark fair

The person, sun, the anchor,

She was all that and told me more

And yet I couldn't save her

From father with abuse and torture

To being bare in front of mother

The ones who raised her

Had done to shift to be the other

With prickly thing he shoved in her

To them becoming feisty

I've known what tore her lore

But I am not so mighty

Right now I've made the lot she said

The diary online for friend

Recorded voice of her ismay

Be told out bold, hard as it may

Right now the picture of her face

Is like a memory of Grace

She once bestowed upon me there

With such a face, with gentle care

I'll let all know

And this I vow

Participants of the Chrysanthemum room floor

I'll make you pay for failing her