Writing

I am alone, truly alone, alone, alone, alone. 

I am alone.

I am broken.

I am helpless.

I cannot stand back up.

I will never see the daylight again.

Words used to flow easily out of my fingertips,

my pencil effortlessly connected constellations,

as a stream of simple thoughts transferred perfectly onto a page,

but now my mind is mush,

To be a woman,

you have to mask your flaws.

A little girl, upset at the world-

"you're fine," her mother says.

That girl, now eleven,

is picked on by her peers.

"You're fine," her mother says.

Humanity is Magnetic.

We all have invisible, emotional and spiritual magnetic fields that attract people to us and us to other people, both platonically & romantically. 

   There once lived a human queen and a vampire king who had a daughter, who they named Snow White, “Snow” to her friends, for she was born during a harsh blizzard..  

Author's Note- This poem is about a time where I struggled with a lot of intrusive thoughts about the concept of mortality-- none of these thoughts were intentional or wanted.