// ONCE UPON A TIME there was a girl / with fire in her hair / smoke && mirrors; fireflies / catch ‘em all before they F L O A T A W A Y. / there is an old story about a girl who WOULD NOT DIE, baba yaga’s CURSE, once upon a december—and she watched / with envy those whose deaths followed them everywhere // we all carry our deaths with us / in every breath that fills our lungs / with poisonous air, / in every cell of our body, / in every beat of our heart. / however, there is a story about a girl who would not die. /
[ BULLET HOLES, POINTE SHOES–YOU CANNOT DIE IF YOU’RE NOT ALIVE. ]
written by red.













