Her lips smile on their own, the crusted blood cracking to let her teeth glare through (they disapprove
of all things that taste like iron) and her eyes remain (dead and lifeless and) dull, downcast and (mostly) hidden behind
lowered lashes. Her feet chained to the wall behind her, she’s slumped against the brick and fallen
on the floor (will our darling ever get up again?) because
she’s .tired of all this.
Her wings are hanging on the wall before her, a constant reminder of everything she’s loved and lost and all the things that have
been torn from her over time (let’s taunt the darling) like her beauty (he said that she was beautiful, but then why did he leave
her? Alice decided to find out by carving away her face) and her heart (she’s living on pain now, baby, and there’s more than
enough to sustain her shattered form). Her dreams (as broken as her wings) crushed underfoot in her attempt to find the
problem with herself- why didn’t he love her when she could never have hurt him because she’. do anything
that could betray her dollface’s heart. He was supposed to t r u s t her, and love her despite the rumors and her reputation (though he may claim ignorance, everyone else thought she sold herself-It Wasn’t True!) and she would die for him (but it’s too
late now-he left her alone for too long and now she’s shattered all of things that he may have liked
(shecouldn’tberemindedofhim) in the first place and-)
Alice just wants her angel back.