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I want to be your flower in the snow. in a day of darkness, when you are drowning, when you’re on the edge of breaking down and screaming to the sky, i want to be your salvation. i want to be your stranger on the street, a smile and a kind word turning your day back to the light. i want to be your island in the storm. i want to be your sunshine behind the clouds. i want to be your flower in the snow but I’m not. People say that I’m sweet and it’s flattering. it is. but it’s not true. oh, thank you, i smile, and it tastes like a lie. my sweetness is a carefully crafted falsehood a mask, to hide the jealous cruelty of my thoughts. he’s ugly, or her voice sounds so awful or i could do better. i am better. I am your spice to your sugar and you don’t even know it. i am the acid burn of lemonade down your throat once you’ve gotten past the sweetener. i am the wilted flower in the snow, the posturing balloon-girl blown full of air that’s hideous. what is she wearing, she looks like a SLUT. and then no, no, she can wear whatever she wants. screw the patriarchy. you go girl. you look great, i say, and you blush. thanks, you’re so sweet! I am poison. i am the delicate flowers of nightshade, the inviting pain of a wooly caterpillar. I want to be your flower in the snow i want to be your flower in the snow, your bright spot. i want to be your restoration of hope in the goodness of humanity. i want to be liked. i need to be liked. your irritation is pain, your dislike torture. so I am quiet. i sit and watch and smile, because to be silent and delicate and kind is to be your flower in the snow.