[the girl's pov]
//// the hallway like a
tunnel ㅤㅤㅤof
color splashes of pink,
neon
green, ㅤㅤand
gold ////
her blue jeans and
roseㅤㅤ ㅤㅤred
trench coat
blending inher blue jeans and her
rose red trench coat...
her blue jeans and her
rose red trench coat...
her blue jeans and her
rose red trench coat...
her blue jeans and her
rose red trench coat...
her blue jeans and her
rose red trench coat...becoming part of a rainbow
rushing down like
fish swimming with
the current of the
water
for sometimes
going with the flow is
the easiest way
to
get
to
the
other side
🌙
her eyes flashed around like
streetlights in a dreamscape
world of neon pink moons
and retro lightsthe thought of which bringing
memories of shattering
car windows and ringing
in her ears. the taste of blood
and the sound of screams[it drowned her mind out sometimes, the memories]
the moments suddenly rushed into focus and she stood
frozen as she watched her mother's eyes fade away
in a hazy fog of white coats, as she heard the words
that her mother was gone, and that she was gone too
YOU ARE READING
THE WHITE ROSE PAINTED WITH BLOOD
Novela Juvenil[ 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