do not assume that i am a child because i wear flower wreaths in my hair. in the wintertime, their petals shrivel to reveal the obsidian bones of a crown underneath.
eyes FLICKERED towards littered hallway , teeth sinking down on bottom lip for brief moments . had just saved the world ! & was now UNSURE on going to a simple party ? seemed stupid ! a pause , letting a soft smile fall across features as she looked back at the redhead . ❝ yeah , i’ll be there . TONIGHT ? ❞ though something at the back of her mind told her NO , that she should be spending the night helping the citizens of angel grove , rather than off at some house party getting wasted . ❝ though if my mom HAPPENS to call , i’m totally not there . ❞ or if a giant wall talking face appears .
it was the small victories, really , small triumphs like this that brought a little light to her day . surprised , yet pleased of the other’s compliance to her request , assuming it would be a much harder feat than it was / though there were no complaints from rosie . adjusting her strap upon her shoulder more firmly she shifted her weight , which closely resembled a sort of lively jolt .❛yes , tonight at seven — if you need the address i can text it to you .❜the redhead hummed , a small roll of her shoulder as she spoke .❛just tell her you’re coming over to mine to study . . .always works .❜
i. ripped stockings , SMEARED red lipstick , stolen lilac branches in our hands , s c r a p e s from tree-climbing STINGING our knees . a laughing moon to guide us home . the wild , wicked stars . the CRIMSON fires of our heartbeats burning . so many secrets we keep like KNIVES between our teeth. ii. i am made of FAIRYDUST & that moment of silence right before the thunderstruck sky breaks o p e n with rain . i am a breathing , bleeding body . i am a breathing , bleeding soul . iii. what PRAYERS do we say when we think god isn’t listening ?
❛pretty sure this is illegal — not majorly illegal , but still illegal .❜& yet , she made no attempt to remove herself from the situation ; instead furthering on .
social exile/ the new queen bee’s punishment for the former monarch ! amanda claimed it was a far kinder penalty than she deserved for the crime she committed against her — a crime only a few knew the details too . but it all seemed a little juvenile now in hindsight . mossy hues land on the perpetrated , boot clad feet carrying her towards kimberly before taking a perch parallel to her ,soft curve of her lips to follow .❛alien’s&superheroes in angel grove — who’da thought , huh .❜
Some days you will wake up, a defeated wildflower
and some days you will wake up, with poetry on your tongue and galaxies in your mind.
You are equally phenomenal,
with a deeply broken soul
and a mind that could move mountains.