a montra after reaching wonderland...
(key: in alice's reality a montra is 26 days)
sㅤpㅤaㅤrㅤkㅤlㅤiㅤnㅤgㅤ
bㅤㅤㅤ lㅤㅤㅤ uㅤㅤㅤ eㅤ
blooming barely breathing windflowers
swirled with winter wonderbarely
breathingㅤㅤㅤbarely
ㅤㅤㅤalive
but it's enough, alice thought,
maybe it's barely enough but
enough. it's better than who i was.
i reached you,
wonderland
you are the love of my life
they lay in a meadow of yellow lavenders
alice and the girl she loved
staring at the silent skies
where at last
a heartbeat echoed in her hollow chest
covered with her robin's egg blue dress
i'm no longer afraid
of falling asleep because
i know it would be
more than a dream
and that i'll meet you
in my dreams, my
darling. i used to
wrestle with insomnia
every night in the gray
asylum until my
bones turned to lead
but now your warmth
fills my veins with
blue primroses and
blush orange camellias
that smell like wind
the wind flicked gold liquid into their eyes and the rain blew the water away
rose petals painted with crimson tangled in alice's strawberry gray hair
staining her heather beige skin and faded blue dress
wonderland is wanderland
in the world alice used to dwell
of ringing gunshots and raging crowds
where you're put into a prison cell
for being insane
ㅤㅤㅤㅤhomosexual
ㅤㅤㅤㅤweak
ㅤㅤㅤㅤbrave
ㅤㅤㅤㅤpassionate
ㅤㅤㅤㅤworthless
but now wonderland is here
and alice is there to stay
maybeㅤmaybeㅤmaybe
ㅤmaybeㅤmaybeㅤmaybe
maybeㅤmaybeㅤmaybe
ㅤmaybeㅤmaybeㅤmaybe
maybeㅤmaybeㅤmaybe
ㅤmaybeㅤmaybeㅤmaybe
i can finally dare to dream
maybeㅤmaybeㅤmaybe
ㅤmaybeㅤmaybeㅤmaybe
i can finally bare to scream
scream until the world moves under my feet until the stars shatter until all the tears in my soul explode into a hurricane
because i know, darling, that even when i splinter you are my anchor that will remain
your periwinkle hair is a galaxy and your coral blue eyes a mystery
your skin is the color of soil and in the cracks between our skin spring blooms
you are my wonderland in
wonderland, of bliss kissed
rooves of summer indigo
where cats and dogs cuddle
under a scarlet winter sun
let's run off the world together,
to drown into the sea
where forests bloom for you and me
and together we can be
YOU ARE READING
THE WHITE ROSE PAINTED WITH BLOOD
Ficção Adolescente[ poetry story / teen fiction ] : about teens, who were afraid. NOTE : feel free to skip the entirety of book i ; autumn and jump straight to book ii ; winter // © 2021-2022 @uranium-girl