Baby pink and plump,
silky smooth and vibrant.
Her sealed gates that never open.
At least not for sincerity.
She speaks in fairy tales dipped in gold.
Where everyone's holding their breath for each scene.
Although during happily ever after,
her ground trembles-
and for a second...
Light shines through her gate.
But not in ecstasy,
instead, pure raw candor of that sentiment.
So maybe she speaks in code.
Where only those who take the time to understand; to notice,
she’ll deem worthy.
And only then will her baby pinks be unshackled.

She was a black hole
Constructed specifically...
To swallow me whole.
She was the definition
Of a supernova
And she radiated
Celestial impish.
Intertwined solar or lunar eclipse.
She made up the Universe and,
No one seemed to threaten a nebula
On a different wavelength.
Oh, her gravitational cosmos
That held me to the ground
and felt as If was walking on the moon.
Her giggles,
Hit me,
Like a meteors to the earth
And when my eyes dared a glance at hers,
What a beautiful solstice she was.
And her milky wave hair
Filled me up with solar wind.
Her touch of a Fallen star
Made me afraid of my affect on her,
For me own ill penumbra tainted her starlight.

I felt it inside me.
It was foreign and excruciating.
He smeared his paint onto my untainted canvas.
I can still see his paint marks that scar and lay permanently on my body.
I tried to stop it, but he said we were family.
He said this is what families do.
I tried to keep my fire alive. But he blew it away.
He held my body tightly, savagely and struck into me like lightning.
I felt like I was suffocating.
Suffocating from all the torment, and all my drowned out cries.
From then on I feared the dark during the light.
I knew he would come and he did.
And again it hurt, and I could never retrieve my fire or innocence.
I never felt safe again in that house.
The house I grew up in, the house I once knew love in,
now only reminded me of the pain the night brought- that he brought.    
I hate that house.
In an instant I began to hate everyone in that house as well,
for they never heard my muffled screams.
Or saw how I’d flinch as he grew near me.
Or the fear that broke my mask of strength through my eyes.
How could they never once notice the thoughts I would try to shout.
The hesitant, broken frame I held when we spoke of him.
When I tried to say the words they would fall from my lips and disappear into the wind.
I became numb.
Numb because it doesn’t hurt anymore, although it should.
And sometimes it does.
It comes randomly, rushing towards and pounding at my heartstrings.
Trying to snap each string because then maybe the pain will stop.        
Is that possible? To feel so much pain and still wonder if you’re feeling anything at all?
Maybe that’s why i'm so stuck on what to do, because at least with him
I feel something.

There once was a girl whose mind was full of dancing stars.
Whose ears only heard laughter songs,
And giggles the size of her own semblance,
Cause she saw the world in a vibrant renaissance.
Where the sky is fairy tale pink.
And if you blink
You’ll miss the distinct glimpse
Of what she thinks is destined links,
Because she only speaks,
With mystique
And deep techniques that will sweep you off feet.
Bring you to an iris street
Where you’ll taste the indiscreet beat
That leaks from her sweet treats.
And you’ll feel complete.
But soon greed shrieks and you’ll try to keep her gleam.
she’ll retreat with a scream,
For she doesn’t like to be held to one dream!
She is a stream flowing gasoline
that‘ll clean your cheek or ignite your sleep.
She is a queen who should be held in high esteem.
How dare you an unclean disease think you could keep such a fine thing?
But although she may be supreme,
Even she can get caught between
Her gleam and a man's need.  
But how could she have known he would bring unpleasant pleas.
She had never before been face to face with hellfire,
With eyes only full of desire,
Mouth made to devour,
And movements that conspired.
And at first, he only inspired elation,
Had her full of anticipation,
And left her eyes open in fascination.
But he soon grew impatient and demanded the final destination.  
When she refused to give her purity,
He held her in place.
Filled her mind with razor blades.
Clouded her ears with degrade.
Made her fairy tale fade.
Drank her dry
And left her to die.