you were my Snow White baby
locked, pressed into sleep
with apple slices stuck in your throat
i prayed at the altar of your nightstand, an offering every morning:
pictures chocolate small dolls i sewed from scraps
in the middle of the night, sitting by your bed when i couldn't sleep
i read to you, just in case
you could hear. once
i held a mirror above your mouth, because
you were so still your skin was molten, crackling with heat,
a jumble of just-hardened lava bones
bright cherry mouth, cheeks blooming but so pale.
my Snow White baby, i didn't know if a prince would save you
but i wanted to be your knight in armor. i wanted to armor you--
but you can't protect against attacks from the inside
i remembered months before, lying in the grass with you
sunlight reading books in trees
muddy, you fed me croissants mashed in your fingers
and oranges that fell from the branches. how precious i held you,
your tiny body braved against mine, the smallness of you in my arms
we were children then.
that Christmas you woke up for just long enough
to crawl from your quilt-nest
and sleep instead under the christmas tree
your fever-sweat and the coloured lights
made your skin into rainbows
i remember thinking how magical you were, how
much i'd miss you
if you never woke up.
Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 6:32 PM UTC
you were my Snow White baby
locked, pressed into sleep
with apple slices stuck in your throat
i prayed at the altar of your nightstand, an offering every morning:
pictures chocolate small dolls i sewed from scraps
in the middle of the night, sitting by your bed when i couldn't sleep
i read to you, just in case
you could hear. once
i held a mirror above your mouth, because
you were so still your skin was molten, crackling with heat,
a jumble of just-hardened lava bones
bright cherry mouth, cheeks blooming but so pale.
my Snow White baby, i didn't know if a prince would save you
but i wanted to be your knight in armor. i wanted to armor you--
but you can't protect against attacks from the inside
i remembered months before, lying in the grass with you
sunlight reading books in trees
muddy, you fed me croissants mashed in your fingers
and oranges that fell from the branches. how precious i held you,
your tiny body braved against mine, the smallness of you in my arms
we were children then.
that Christmas you woke up for just long enough
to crawl from your quilt-nest
and sleep instead under the christmas tree
your fever-sweat and the coloured lights
made your skin into rainbows
i remember thinking how magical you were, how
much i'd miss you
if you never woke up.
It took me a long time to write about this. I want to do it as a spoken word but I get too emotional.
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