snow white

06/03/2024



Death didn't come in the form of an alien, prick of a needle, a curse from a rebel, a bite from an apple.

i thought i'd come in a car crash, a disease or a bullet, I'd catch. 

death took the form of sounds heard, moving lips, her rage, the tone of her low raspy voice, the finger she points at me, aggressively shoving her emotions into the void of my heart.

 do not corner a dog with a bone. 

do you hear that? 

I am calm, unbothered, emotionless by her tantrums and violence. it only intensifies her episode. i've been pushing her away since I had met her. she has the mind of a child, frontal lobe damage, inability to control, this unable to understand social cues. if she could read mine, maybe she'd stop, take a breath, step back and walk away.

 instead she becomes a monster, fight or flight.
 
i've learned from my past mistakes. 
i always run. 

protect yourself. no one in this would will be there for you when shit hits the fan, no one cares. 

they will hand you that ruby red delicious apple and watch you eat. 

well, I refuse to eat, tempting that red apple she holds out so graciously towards me... flight. 

so i run. 

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