Family Portrait

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