snow white

snow white, beautiful.

why are you still so

insecure?

sitting in the back of someone's car,

dark out,

and you don’t know

where you are.

snowflakes fall

and hit against the glass,

ripped tights and black lace

on pale skin,

beneath a borrowed coat

from a strange man.

dark wavy hair and

bright glassy eyes like diamonds,

red lips you allow to be kissed,

taste of blood in your mouth,

unsure if you like it.

he takes you out for drinks:

tonic and ice on gin.

you wish you had a part

that no one could get to,

a secret still untouched,

like snow before it's stepped on.

do you remember

being a virgin?

he says,

"why are you so shy?

it’s like you keep a lie".

your smile is rare,

but real with those you trust,

who know your heavy heart,

full of hurt and full of love.

but now it’s just

your makeup, smudged,

as you try to fix it,

barely recognizing yourself

in some broken pocket mirror.

snow white

do you want to be touched?

do you want to be felt?

i think you want something else.

i think you want to be seen,

you just want to be held,

but not by the men who

reach between your thighs,

you force yourself to open up,

they shall not dare to call it love.

three drops of blood

drip in the snow

as you leave,

disappear into the cold,

trying to keep it together,

singing a soothing song

to the moon,

girl, when will you finally

know yourself?