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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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![]() childhood, innocence: i was young and you were hollow, a plastic heart in a ghostly figure. you tasted sour, bitter, you tasted like blood. i didn’t know that you were supposed to taste sweet: mint and pears on a summer afternoon. i think i know better know; i’ve tasted lemonade and cherry blossom smiles and now i know the truth. now i know you were corrupted and you were desperate to corrupt me too. fairytale: princess and prince, knight and damsel. you fooled me,
proved me the jester, crowned in the circus. and then you turned into the wolf: little red riding hood. you wanted to eat me whole, devour me, you wanted to consume me. and i know what you’ll say - ‘this isn’t fair’, but my little wolf, i was there. you were hungry, you were desperate, you wanted my heart. i wanted someone to love me and you wanted someone to eat. it was perfect, i suppose: it was perfect, for you. possessed, you took my brain next, numb me, dumb me. your appetite was never sated, your desires never enough, so you told me it was a pity, but you’d have to eat the rest. broken bones, you left me skeletal. you call it my fault, i call it a disgrace. my little wolf, you made a mistake. you left me to rot, white dress bathed in blood: you never killed me. predator and prey, you played with your food, but you left me alive. guess what? i’m kicking, i’m breathing, i’m reincarnated: frankenstein’s monster, your worst nightmare. wings sprouting in my glory: i’m growing with thunder in my veins. turns out, little wolf, i was the queen all along. Comments are closed.
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