a poisoned apple.
to satiate a appetite for death.
and bloody lips.
to free her from her jealousy.
cold breath draws upon mossy granite.
each breath as shallow as her desire.
death is simply a consequence of beauty.
but the apple was juicy and sweet.
something i cannot regret tasting.
for it has put me in a deep sleep.
always dreaming of lands of beauty.
more beautiful than eyes can measure.
my eyes unaccustomed to the colour i see.
black is a shallower beauty.
it suits the voice whispering in my ear.
"snow white, snow white on the floor.
your beauty shalt be silenced. forever more"
simply another consequence.
another ending.
to pain and suffering.
the mirror has penetrated through my skin.
[it reflects shallow beauty. for a soul is too beautiful to be seen.]
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