Miss Fairytale Poems

I want questions about my purple gashes
And the gaps in my skin. I want you
to kiss the red-brown crust and tell me
It’s beautiful. The way you say I’m beautiful.
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It began slow
graceless
It spun the trees
into beetles
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I don't want to be present
among the living
I want a story
of wretched brilliance
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The serenity of dancing leaves
Makes a noise akin to agony
The slick torment of injury,
The sounds force my body cold.
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She would practice
dipping her wings
into blue sea
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She leaves me breathless
Bold and beautiful
she distracts me
I am bound by her reflection
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Etched into these pages
Live lines my soul exhaled
Breathless words
Thought in shape
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You gave me blood roses
Don't you deny,
Back when my heart was a rose
not an eye,
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The midnight Moon weaves delicately
a tapestry of night,
Illuminating shadows and strangers
Silhouetting wolves and angels.
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A bee.
Why should I be afraid of a thing so little
as a bee?
Against my window it struggles for the freedom
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