THE WHITE ROSE PAINTED WITH BLOOD

xxxix - poem 3; as i was, am, and what i could be

[ alice's pov ]

i was
strong girl
dangerous girl
brave girl

girl who believed in magic and grew cities rooted into her bone marrow with the mind given to her by the parents who broke her /

girl with hair like willow branches in mid-fall, gold and russet and strawberry and pastel blonde plunging into her cerulean dress stolen from a piece of night sky /

girl with an ocean of salt tears in her eyes that fell down and left acid scars on her cheeks that made coral flowers and sea daisies become alive while the common flowers in the world died from the cyanide in her rain /

girl who made her skin breathe as they pierced her lungs so she choked on air as oxygen drained away from her body / strong girl / dangerous girl / brave girl

i am

broken girl
insane girl
dying girl

girl who withers in a drought of color as the gray walls in the asylum break her 206 bones /

girl with hair the color of ash as she aged 101 times faster than the average human as she lay in the dirt from which she was made /

girl who lost the ability of strength so she painted with her dying breath new worlds and the skies of her imagination that she belonged to / broken girl / insane girl / dying girl

i could be

alive girl
victorious girl
changed girl

girl who lived in her wonderland that she created with the force of her heart and dreams /

girl who defied gravity and the laws of physics simply because she could believe in the infinite and impossible and dissolved into the blackhole's singularity and walked out alive /

girl who licked her veins with a tongue of oil until her blood mixed with dynamite and gasoline and at last at last at last she exploded into a trillion stars to spread over the galaxy so she could finally be alive in immortal pieces / alive girl / victorious girl / changed girl