Ice glitters in a glass of water forlorn if silver were true color of broken eyes or nothing swallows hot milk of death so she chokes and gasps for breath.
Bow rips across her violin heart soft as feathers plucked from crippled swan whose last song is smothered by hand of iron doctor twisting wires ripped sharp.
Eighty-six girls in torn white gowns stand staring at you on a granite cliff pulling scissors out of their belly mouths then leap and dive into red invisible sea.
Gentle doctor in a clean white smock steers her mother toward polished door murmuring I want to gain her sweet trust by giving her a popsicle or a plush bear.
Lighting cracks open egg of her eye and screams silent cutting wind why if her own face melts on car window to bleed tears oozing from torn mouth.
Hiding behind locked bedroom door as Gothic vampire king wails on radio she slashes pale thighs to cut out demon that squirms gnawing hot stabbed heart.
Galloping in Black Forest on white horse she raises sharp sword and howls hope then chops writhing pink worm hard hacking porcelain mask in splintered shards.
Tangled in blanket escaping cold hands she snaps awake clutching her violin to stare at gold moon bleeding tears and snakes writhe hissing from her head.
Wearing pink gown in ribbons and lace little girl stands on stage at her church and rips heads off demons as she plays tearing tangled wires of fear from her heart.
Face me and look in my cracked eyes she screams behind sweet knife smile then bows blind as everyone applauds moved by strange passion of her song.
Bubbles of red lava explode hot milk searing sudden thrust of sharp knife though she kneels in her living room watching nature channel about volcanoes.
She throws glass of milk at clean window of laughing rage behind picture shards that reflect one eye swallowing her mind or piece puzzle of despair to forget now.
Kneeling nude at midnight on lake shore she paints violin red with dream blood and strings wires from her mute heart since books eat theories of mad love.
I she opens gray mouth to explain fear if face of mother gleams brittle white confusion tainting her voice from love but falls without wings and groans hurt.
My favorite letter ache that is for horse shines red as blood from broken eyes that float with Orpheus on silent stream and watch you when you wake in dream.
You know my name I carved in stone hammer striking chisel in mountain glade but who rose from death though torn apart by teeth of kind doctor in a wolf cloak.
Gliding with friends in elegant lounge and sipping gold drink by large window lit by moon she smiles at a cute guy asking his name with a flirtatious grin.
What do you do for a living William and he purrs I work as a pediatrician but her fingers crush chalice of red wine and she throws up on his clean white suit.
Wrapped in pink wool bathrobe warm she looks at her hands shaped like a violin and blushes I apologize for my behavior but dragon of rage ripped my pretty mask.
Look in my eyes beyond mirror moon and you will see color of broken eyes and smiles as he fusses over her health giving her warm honey ginger tea to drink.
His finger caresses her trembling cheek but eyes of glass crack into egg of light as she whispers he is locked in prison now then disappears behind mist of lost hope.
He paints her wearing a pink lace gown playing violin safe on marble cupola bed as three swans float on star-sparkling lake but spirit of her soul pounds at her skull.
I live in top room of a cold stone tower singing with birds and holding a flower but hair your hands could climb up to me was ripped from my soul when I was three.
Huddled in a yellow coat on river walk she stands away from him in gray drizzle and watches her face melt down windows while staring beyond illusion at star heart.
I could not escape his grasping hands but letter double you glows soft green so maybe your kiss will revive my heart but this sleeping beauty rots under glass.
William places porcelain vase with rose on river balustrade and whispers mute I love you no matter what happened Em as I explore labyrinth of your purple heart.
Ice cubes melt filling her glass heart high with water rippling down river of light while true color of broken eyes reveals death smiling from abyss of nothing real.
Emma holds his face with both hands as William wakes just before blue dawn and they sit together silent on wet lawn watching sun rise reborn on shared breath.
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