Ink snakes down her arms and soaks into her skin
But she is sorry for each word that is not her own.
She looks at the lies she has written as she forges on
Calming the public with comforting untruths.
Tomorrow these will be read at breakfast
Scapegoats created and relief blooming.
Readers will smile in their fresh knowledge
Until her words line boxes and cupboards
Their words distorted and obscured.