The stars glowed above her,
The luminescent blue and purple lay across her body.
And there she laid.
Her hair swept over her face,
Impending her vision.
It shook the trees that lie rooted deep in the earth.
And the clouds wept over her frail body,
The beat of their tears resembling such as hers.
Deep rooted like the trees her body grasped on to the loose soil,
Intertwining it in vines.
Majestic as the sunrise,
It shone down bearing life to the lifeless body.

Pink and small,
Bald headed and all.
For nineteen year old parents,
the delicate squeeze and hug, filled their hearts…

Then she grew up,
And two years later there's another.
Maybe the next one would be better,
Better than the first screaming terror.
Nothing more that they wanted than a decent sleep,
But once she grew up it would be fine.

Life wasn’t hard for the kids,
Unaware of what was going on.

Now let’s skip forward a few years...

Opening the gates of hell it was,
Walking into nothing but screams and torture rooms.
Where two little girls,
Dreamt of a land of fairy tales and mystery.
Much of a hell school seemed,
It was made better.

Jumping lines chased by goblins and dragons,
Fairies handing lemon grass as they sat on the oval.
Evil witches walked through the complex.
Bucktoothed, ginger, freckled witches.

The fantasy began to fray,
As they grew up and moved away.
I still remember the fun we once had,
Before I moved and everything turned bad.

It's,

L ike an
O verbearing parent,
V indicating themselves,
E ven though all they did was hurt.

Is this what love is?

I open up my head,
Pour it on the page.
Emotions they spill out,
Now all are done and dead.

Frail to the point I'd break,
My body is this empty shell.
Fuelled by the fire deep below,
My stale heart beat a gift from hell.

And as my body burns down,
To the smallest of ashes.
I remember exactly how fast,
All this lingering time passes.

I open up my head,
Real it out piece by piece.
Fix this broken puzzle,
Leave my emotions in peace.

Remember a twig is connected to a trunk,
Build this body up stable and strong.
The fire that fuels my heart will,
Give passion and love forever long.

And as my body wears and tears down,
Slowly draining such a life better life from me.
I remember exactly how much,
I don't want to be six feet underground.

My mum is in panic,
The world is in panic.
I'm starting to think,
We won't survive this pandemic.
And the pale will continue,
To be met by the horse of death.
Until our world is inglufed,
And there is no one alive left.
We'll keep hoping for a saviour,
Continuing to wait for the darkness to pass.
Death riding on a pale horse will come down,
As panic will infect us as fast as this virus.