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Straps of gold that made her blue bound her already dead flesh. Punishment – they said – for wanting to go beyond the walls set for the rest. They called this Eden – she called this prison. In Eden, she would be able to leave. In Eden, she would be free. This wasn’t free – she had invisible handcuffs binding her behind invisible bars.

After her punishment was served, she’d be allowed outside - to call it freedom would be a lie. Never alone because they feared she’d climb again and she would (she didn’t pretend). Wouldn’t you climb, climb, climb, just because it was forbidden? It’s just like you believe it all, just because it was written.

As always they walked past the wall and Mother’s hand grasped her waist and pull her close so she were not to stray – she wasn’t allowed too close, not even to play. The other children played tag and ran to either side, but no her. The elders scared that she would whisper to the other and insight their minds to climb and climb and climb and climb away.

Mother’s hand pulled on her waist so she didn’t stray away.

What is beyond the wall, she thought, what is beyond the wall that is so horrible or so beautiful I cannot see it? A mere touch is all she asked for – a mere look or smell. Something, just something to know there was something (something more than nothing). It is just trees; her mother said and didn’t lie. As she climbed the wall, picnic basket in hand, all she saw was trees with apples that looked so sweet that she kept one to eat.

(A mistake, she knew,
Eden was all she had to loose.
She didn’t care.
Eden was never really there.)

A snake handed her a box, laced in green and red and yellow and blue; “everything forbidden is just for you,” as she held the red apple in her hands, “a forbidden box for a forbidden fruit, my princess, it’s all for you,” the serpent whispered. She placed the box in the basket (it’ll be forgotten over time, I swear). Her lust for the apple lingered.

It was time to go home, she knew. Mother was waiting and she hadn’t been careful about curfew. It was time to go home to Eden, the paradise, even if the haven with the snake and apple looked so much more tempting. “Stay, young girl, and play in haven. Stay with us, my princess, young Alice.”

(alice, alice, alice.)

She took a bite of the apple and it was bitter – so bitter. It made her sick and insides turn cold (she guessed, but who knew). She was getting dizzier - dizzy, dizzy, pretty spinning colors overhead that mocked and summoned her to play. Nothing was making sense (why wasn’t her hand moving? Why should it be moving?)

And she ran.

Mother’s hand pulled on her waist so she didn’t stray away. It pulled her so she couldn’t run away. It pulled her so she couldn’t fight the needles and the hit the doctor. It pulled her so she couldn’t beat against her father and mother (Mother thought; a mother’s comfort will smooth her). They decided for her (they; the doctor, the elder, her mother, her father). They decided she was sick.

Those words run again and again; she was sick (sick, n. insane, crazy, sick, ill, dead). Suddenly, there was BLOOD all down her dress (she'd smelt and felt the blood before - but her mind couldn't tell her where). It was just bleeding and bleeding and bleeding and it wouldn't stop. Silly blood, it was their fault.

It was just their fault.

(two triggers.)

Description
Straps of gold that made her blue bound her already dead flesh. Punishment – they said – for wanting to go beyond the walls set for the rest. They called this Eden – she called this prison. In Eden, she would be able to leave. In Eden, she would be free. This wasn’t free – she had invisible handcuffs binding her behind invisible bars.

After her punishment was served, she’d be allowed outside - to call it freedom would be a lie. Never alone because they feared she’d climb again and she would (she didn’t pretend). Wouldn’t you climb, climb, climb, just because it was forbidden? It’s just like you believe it all, just because it was written.

As always they walked past the wall and Mother’s hand grasped her waist and pull her close so she were not to stray – she wasn’t allowed too close, not even to play. The other children played tag and ran to either side, but no her. The elders scared that she would whisper to the other and insight their minds to climb and climb and climb and climb away.

Mother’s hand pulled on her waist so she didn’t stray away.

What is beyond the wall, she thought, what is beyond the wall that is so horrible or so beautiful I cannot see it? A mere touch is all she asked for – a mere look or smell. Something, just something to know there was something (something more than nothing). It is just trees; her mother said and didn’t lie. As she climbed the wall, picnic basket in hand, all she saw was trees with apples that looked so sweet that she kept one to eat.

(A mistake, she knew,
Eden was all she had to loose.
She didn’t care.
Eden was never really there.)

A snake handed her a box, laced in green and red and yellow and blue; “everything forbidden is just for you,” as she held the red apple in her hands, “a forbidden box for a forbidden fruit, my princess, it’s all for you,” the serpent whispered. She placed the box in the basket (it’ll be forgotten over time, I swear). Her lust for the apple lingered.

It was time to go home, she knew. Mother was waiting and she hadn’t been careful about curfew. It was time to go home to Eden, the paradise, even if the haven with the snake and apple looked so much more tempting. “Stay, young girl, and play in haven. Stay with us, my princess, young Alice.”

(alice, alice, alice.)

She took a bite of the apple and it was bitter – so bitter. It made her sick and insides turn cold (she guessed, but who knew). She was getting dizzier - dizzy, dizzy, pretty spinning colors overhead that mocked and summoned her to play. Nothing was making sense (why wasn’t her hand moving? Why should it be moving?)

And she ran.

Mother’s hand pulled on her waist so she didn’t stray away. It pulled her so she couldn’t run away. It pulled her so she couldn’t fight the needles and the hit the doctor. It pulled her so she couldn’t beat against her father and mother (Mother thought; a mother’s comfort will smooth her). They decided for her (they; the doctor, the elder, her mother, her father). They decided she was sick.

Those words run again and again; she was sick (sick, n. insane, crazy, sick, ill, dead). Suddenly, there was BLOOD all down her dress (she'd smelt and felt the blood before - but her mind couldn't tell her where). It was just bleeding and bleeding and bleeding and it wouldn't stop. Silly blood, it was their fault.

It was just their fault.

(two triggers.)