Draw the curtains, pull the drapes, drape the pillows, hide the hate
Bring the sweet and taste the bile, concussion baby for a while
Yellow reflux porcelain stain, another day gone down the drain
Peace did throttle the ballet child, to lose control was not her style
A panicked foxtrot, a tripping waltz, her swollen stomach a rotten pulp
The day by day internal fight, and yet to others she seemed all right
It’s an abusive lover but it’s her best friend, a young glass dancer knocked down again
Blackout bathrooms and midnight drives, her body shut down at twenty five
Her back bent in and her lungs gave out, a quiet disease, a muffled shout
2:01 am it’ll be all right
2:02 you’re smart and bright
5:06 come rescue me
5:07 I can’t I’m home
5:09 just leave me be
5:10 are you okay?
5:11 This is not a game!
She wasted away in front of us
And never had a fighting chance
Ruby Glade aged twenty five
Died in her home at quarter to nine.