This is the story of Lily.
On a dark, rainy night, Lily was born
With soft brown hair and pale green eyes
And freckles across her nose;
She was told she had a twin sister,
Who died in the womb,
And Lily never got to meet her.

This is the story of Lily.
It was the first day of preschool,
And her mom and her dad and her big sister walked her to school;
She met some new friends,
And they asked her for erasers
And pencils and pieces of paper;
She smiled and gave,
She gave, and gave, until there was nothing left for her to give,
And Lily thought it was the right to do.

This is the story of Lily.
It was the first day of middle school,
And her mom and her dad and her big sister dropped her off;
The short guy with the brown hair demanded her lunch,
She hesitated, but gave,
And it was snatched from her;
She walked down the hallway
In short, quiet steps,
When the girl with the long hair bumped her shoulder
And sneered,
And Lily was the one who said sorry.

This is the story of Lily.
It was the first day of high school,
And her mom and her dad and her big sister kissed her goodbye;
She wore her new blouse
And about a dozen beaded necklaces,
And she felt very pretty;
She met guys
Who made her feel prettier,
Who took her on dates
In their shiny new cars,
Who stared into her eyes,
Who kissed her under the moonlight,
And told her they loved her,
And Lily tried to ignore the hands inching up her skirt.

This is the story of Lily.
It was prom night;
She was wearing her green dress,
And she felt like a princess,
And her big sister took her picture,
And her parents cried;
They drove her to the park,
Where she would meet her date;
She waited for hours,
But he never came,
So she went
By herself,
And there she saw him,
Dancing with the girl with the pretty blue eyes;
She went back to the park,
And cried,
And cried,
And cried,
And when she was dry, she went home,
And Lily told her family she had a great time.

This is the story of Lily.
It was the day of her graduation;
Her mom and her dad and she went to the mall to shop,
For the shoes she wanted to wear;
Her sister stayed at home,
She had to study for her exams
And they were going to pick her up when it was time to go,
But when they came back, with smiles on their faces,
There were flames;
Black ashes and heat;
Apparently her sister fell asleep,
Didn’t notice the fire from the next block,
And the firemen were trying to put out the fire,
But she was already gone,
And Lily never got her diploma.

This is the story of Lily.
It was very cramped in their crummy little apartment,
That she and her mom and her dad were renting;
They didn’t have the money to send her to college,
But didn’t want her to work,
So she had nothing to do
But stay at home
And be lonely;
That was also the year
Her mom’s company received a threat,
Except it wasn’t a threat,
Because there really was a bomb
That exploded
And took the lives of hundreds of people,
Including her mom,
And Lily didn’t know what to do.

This is the story of Lily.
It was very suffocating in their crummy little apartment,
That she and her dad were renting;
Well she was the one doing most of the renting,
Because all her dad did
Was smoke,
And drink,
And sleep,
And eat,
And smoke again;
He never really got over his first daughter’s death,
And now his wife wasn’t there to comfort him,
And she didn’t know how to comfort him either–
So he decided to drown the world
In smoke and drink,
And it wasn’t surprising
That he died of cancer the next year;
And now Lily really didn’t know what to do.

This is the story of Lily.
It was almost rent season,
And she had to pay;
She worked at a bookstore during the day,
And worked at a fast food chain during the night,
And she did her best to save up money,
But she just wasn’t able to make it in time;
She wandered around the city that night,
Desperate and homeless;
She hailed a taxi
To take her to some distant relatives,
It was her very last resort;
But the taxi driver stopped at a dark alleyway,
And dark silhouettes emerged from the shadows–
She begged them to stop
But they didn’t;
They stripped her clothing,
And silenced her screams,
And raped her mercilessly until sunrise;
It was there she was found the next morning,
Gagged, and bloody, and limp,
And Lily felt very, very, very raw.

This is the story of Lily.
And she’s out there on a hospital bed somewhere,
Staring into nothing,
With soulless eyes
And a faintly beating heart,
And Lily wants nothing more but to die.

This is the story of Lily.
She’s alive,
But you killed her.

– “This is the story of Mother, Earth.”

LL.


A poorly written old poem, but I still remember how hard my angst-driven teenage self worked on all that symbolism so I can’t really find it in me to dislike it. XD

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