Her head hung on a branch
Body way down below
And everybody cheered
Everybody but the crows
She was a docile creature,
Called everything but her name
For every atrocity she went through
Somehow, she got the blame
And her name was not *****
And her name was not “liar”
Yet those words were carved on her skin
Right below where they tied that wire
And so, the world was better without her
And so, the accused get to run free
But the towns people never saw,
Never understood what she preached
She never appeared *****
Only with scratches along her arms
And she’d keep her door locked at night
And she’d never go in the barn
She never appeared *****
Though she never felt clean
Scrubbing and scratching,
Till she felt the flesh beneath
And the priest denied everything
And the people believed him
Because why wouldn’t they?
They didn’t see his hands on her skin
And the men found her in the streets
And held a knife to her throat
They were friends of the priest
They said they were provoked
So, they strung a wire around her neck
And kicked the box from beneath her
And they called it “punishment”
Never once admitting to the ******
The crows swarmed above her
Guiding her lost soul
And their squawks sound like sobs
Like they’re there to console
Her head on a branch
Body way down below
And how they all cheered
As her ghost was let go
Jan 14
Jan 14, 2026 at 10:26 AM UTC
Her head hung on a branch
Body way down below
And everybody cheered
Everybody but the crows
She was a docile creature,
Called everything but her name
For every atrocity she went through
Somehow, she got the blame
And her name was not *****
And her name was not “liar”
Yet those words were carved on her skin
Right below where they tied that wire
And so, the world was better without her
And so, the accused get to run free
But the towns people never saw,
Never understood what she preached
She never appeared *****
Only with scratches along her arms
And she’d keep her door locked at night
And she’d never go in the barn
She never appeared *****
Though she never felt clean
Scrubbing and scratching,
Till she felt the flesh beneath
And the priest denied everything
And the people believed him
Because why wouldn’t they?
They didn’t see his hands on her skin
And the men found her in the streets
And held a knife to her throat
They were friends of the priest
They said they were provoked
So, they strung a wire around her neck
And kicked the box from beneath her
And they called it “punishment”
Never once admitting to the ******
The crows swarmed above her
Guiding her lost soul
And their squawks sound like sobs
Like they’re there to console
Her head on a branch
Body way down below
And how they all cheered
As her ghost was let go
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