Free from the chains of the teenage dream.
She could be anyone, go anywhere, do anything
She had finally emerged; the most royal of violets, the most shimmering of lights, the most gorgeous wings to have ever kissed skies which melt into stars; she was born anew.
Branding her new flesh with courage and strength, she took her first breath.
...
A melody of angels filled your ears,
Her exhale made your mountains quake.
Across the room you were guided by her soft, warm glow
Through the thick smoke and hazed images, you found clarity.
Shook sober with a smile.
You were the crossword in last Sunday's paper:
Half-filled, ink smeared, stained with black coffee;
Given up on by each who took the corner booth.
A blanket of undisturbed snow was now at your feet, and you snuggled right in.
I don't think you meant to do what you did
I don't think you had bad intentions in your heart
But you took her.
You took her and made her an extension of yourself.
You saw youthful innocence, a slate clean of all the evils that haunt your every dream
(you still awake with tears in your eyes and a whimper on your lips)
A girl who had never known love
A girl who looked in the mirror and saw a hideous beast
You took her and drugged her with words of forever,
An addiction to a possessive touch.
Each and every day you'd sign your name a different way onto her skin
After just one
(just one!)
month I stopped her to ask with blue smoke pouring from my sick, decaying lungs,
"Who are you?"
She looked down at herself, a cast covered with sharpie,
"I am his."
she whispered; her back turned to all she once had known.
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