I wrote this in 2006, during the poetry chapter of my Creative Writing class. I was an angsty creature at 20 wasn’t I? But I’m definitely quite proud of baby me for writing this. The idea is you can read the italicised part on its own, the normal text on its own, and both altogether.
She thought the palace beautiful, perpetual sunlight.
Its white white white walls glinting
He took her away.
Away from the place where she had felt
She walks up up up up the stairs
to the tower underneath the stars where they dream
and whisper promises
of a love that would last hundreds of lifetimes
They were in love. And they were happy.
She was happy.
She sits on the edge looking down down down to the sharp rocks.
There is pain inside her
choking|strangling|killing her beautiful love
He walks up to the tower, the hallway filled with her scent
She cried out his name as she started falling falling falling
And right underneath the stars where they dream
and whisper promises of forever,
he sees it. And he knew.
Slipper, delicate glass.
He’ll survive without her.