Leave the man who breaks your wings and uses them as crutches just so he can learn to fly.
Catalog
Book
SHE WHO DESTROYS THE LIGHT: Fairy Tales Gone Wrong,
The best fairy tales are the untold stories, the ones where the powerless take back their power and emerge as the victors, but not before enduring a long, arduous battle with the self and the world. In her debut poetry collection, 'She Who Destroys The Li
Characters
the woman on the floor will rise up the tight hand on the wrist will be shaken the victim will be made victor and the world will be ruled by little girls with hearts made out of gunpowder and lead
He weaves his painful words into her skin like kryptonite Always with a smirk and knowing eyes A smug sadism knitted into the arch of his brow His lips sewn into a scarecrow smile
I like to see the sudden doubt on his furrowed brow As I use his weapons as boomerangs
Leave the man who uses your dreams as doormats wiping his feet as he comes and goes. Leave the man who sucks you dry so he can feel what it is like to have a shadow of warmth inside of him while he tells you to have thicker skin. Leave the man who uses your body as shelter but not a home. Who uses h…
Leave the man who breaks your wings and uses them as crutches just so he can learn to fly.
I sold my heartbeats for a lived-in cage A secondhand soul and a man I had never met.
This is a girl who can turn water into fire and fire into rebirth. This is the girl who can taste death a thousand times and use it to relish life.
I reasoned that the second man was nothing like the first, though they looked the same— swallowed my lies in tiny cups until they both drowned me, Annabel Lee in her tomb by the sounding sea.
I became accustomed to the cruelty and the raging storms The silent glare followed by the teasing eyes The sweet nothings and the callous words Bruising the soul and battering the mind - Carefully evaluating how far I could go. I recoiled in the hard grip of his hands delicately tying my stomach int…
Trust her when she tells you - That like Rapunzel she can spin your hatred into gold.
He spins gravity and twists and turns Her words until her world is tipped over Plunging over the edge of its own axis. In his realm, light is dark and peace is chaos He creates a dark room for her which she now calls shelter - comforted in the arms of her murderer.
I like to see the sudden doubt on his furrowed brow as I use his weapons as boomerangs.
I became accustomed to the cruelty and the raging storms The silent glare followed by the teasing eyes The sweet nothings and the callous words Bruising the soul and battering the mind.