Snow White

She shakes violently,
Not sure

Tremors from the nausea?
Or the realization.

That she really is a collection
of warm ghosts from the past
still very present.

She is very much
quite easily
replaceable
interchangeable
with any other breathing female body
by a heart that's in love with love.

She falters under the knowing

That he'll always long
for the girl in the boat
who paints prettier pictures of life and love
with her brush and pen,
far prettier than she can produce.

Or he'll ache for the girl
that he always
so easily let inside
to tear out more pieces of his soul,
that still has the key to his place
inside his heart,
the room she's not sure he'll ever really let her venture.

He'll always yearn
for someone,
some girl,
who's far more than she can ever be.

She freezes in this coffin of self,
with skin too tight,
never fitting anyone right,
waiting to hear those words....

"I can't do this. I thought you were someone else. I don't love you. I never really did."

And she'll hang her head
inside the noose
of being too much
and never enough.






She knew taking that bite from the apple would be their death,
But the red was just too tempting.

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[Emily B]

she knew, and she would do it again

and again

stunning words