To him, stop isn't a word,
No isn't an answer.
Pain is more pleasure,
And denial is more power.
As snow white eats the poisoned Apple,
The curse infests her body, her mind, her spirit.
It kills her spirit instantly
But her numb body lives on.
Her infected mind thinks this is it,
The real world is like this
No more fairytale dreams
Happiness from sweet fruits
Become a distant memory
As the maggots whisper guilt, pain, lies.
You're nothing without it, remember?
A solution to the sweet freedom you crave
Just because the Apple was cursed by him.
Just because for him stop isn't a word.
Pain is the only answer.
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An outlet for me as a domestic abuse and rape survivor, is writing down my flashbacks and experiences.