you sat back and watched her kill herself.
you gave her the knives and a reason.
you called her a coward for
never standing up
but you were a fool for always being on your feet.
she's burned and singed in her body,
a ghostly layer of sheets on the surface.
the reflection was your
everything and your only,
hers was a taunt and a smirk from your direction.
she was the brave
and you made her dead.