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A Snow White ... Etihw wonS A
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She had no where to go.
The step mother had released her like as an animal into the streets.
No where to go, alone, isolated and on a verge,
she turned not to a huntsman, but to the seven.
The seven that didn't save her, but stripped her of all she was.
Lust.
Wanted,
Wanted it,
Wanted it all.
A burning fire whose heat crisps those who even think of its entirety,
but she was fine, being a Snow White.
A feeling, the feeling, all of the feelings,
She had felt them all but she still wanted more.
Envy
A guide of passion,
to no avail, we had prayed, wished and cursed.
No saviour in sight, no light is bright, not as white as
snow white.
Pride
Worse than, better than
Better than, worse than.
Whitter than, purer than
Purer than, whitter than.
Scarier than, happier than
Happier than, before.
Gluttony
Voraciously devouring, impulsively overdosing, a moment of consummation, ingurgitating as a monster released from the red eclipse
and loving every moment, every gram, crazily. Need them she did not, but by no means could she stop.
Greed
Wanted, again
Wanted it, again
Wanted it all. AGAIN
But time changes even ideas,
she had moved on from
the rush to the powder.
She didn't care about the
feeling it gave her, but
the feeling that she
expected every time.
Sloth
She
gave
up
on
herself
Wrath
SHE COULDN'T STOP.
THE FEELING, THE RUSH, THE EXCITEMENT
EVERYTHING SHE TOUCHED SHE HURT.
SHE'S NO LONGER THE GIRL I ONCE LOVED
BUT A FIEND THAT SCARES ME AT NIGHT
HURT HERSELF, HURT THOSE AROUND HER,
HURT HER FAMILY, HURT ME...
She made me alive.
A soul mate that dripped life into me like a carefully calculated chemistry experiment.
An angelic hand that strapped itself tightly around my arm for warmth, for love, for us.
And when I was at my saddest, all it took was one moment for a sudden rush.
A show white who dripped every drop into herself, because her life really did depend on it.
A trembling hand that strapped her arm tight for a vein, to inject substance, for ecstasy, for her.
And when I was at my saddest, all it took was one moment, one sudden rush.
She made her dead.
The step mother had released her like as an animal into the streets.
No where to go, alone, isolated and on a verge,
she turned not to a huntsman, but to the seven.
The seven that didn't save her, but stripped her of all she was.
Lust.
Wanted,
Wanted it,
Wanted it all.
A burning fire whose heat crisps those who even think of its entirety,
but she was fine, being a Snow White.
A feeling, the feeling, all of the feelings,
She had felt them all but she still wanted more.
Envy
A guide of passion,
to no avail, we had prayed, wished and cursed.
No saviour in sight, no light is bright, not as white as
snow white.
Pride
Worse than, better than
Better than, worse than.
Whitter than, purer than
Purer than, whitter than.
Scarier than, happier than
Happier than, before.
Gluttony
Voraciously devouring, impulsively overdosing, a moment of consummation, ingurgitating as a monster released from the red eclipse
and loving every moment, every gram, crazily. Need them she did not, but by no means could she stop.
Greed
Wanted, again
Wanted it, again
Wanted it all. AGAIN
But time changes even ideas,
she had moved on from
the rush to the powder.
She didn't care about the
feeling it gave her, but
the feeling that she
expected every time.
Sloth
She
gave
up
on
herself
Wrath
SHE COULDN'T STOP.
THE FEELING, THE RUSH, THE EXCITEMENT
EVERYTHING SHE TOUCHED SHE HURT.
SHE'S NO LONGER THE GIRL I ONCE LOVED
BUT A FIEND THAT SCARES ME AT NIGHT
HURT HERSELF, HURT THOSE AROUND HER,
HURT HER FAMILY, HURT ME...
She made me alive.
A soul mate that dripped life into me like a carefully calculated chemistry experiment.
An angelic hand that strapped itself tightly around my arm for warmth, for love, for us.
And when I was at my saddest, all it took was one moment for a sudden rush.
A show white who dripped every drop into herself, because her life really did depend on it.
A trembling hand that strapped her arm tight for a vein, to inject substance, for ecstasy, for her.
And when I was at my saddest, all it took was one moment, one sudden rush.
She made her dead.
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I actually love this poem. I think there's nothing wrong with the way you spaced each stanza--the line breaks are important for conveying the feeling behind each piece of it, and this is a unique work that still needs some edits, but has it's own wonderful style.