Write many styles, simple,comedy,poetic
Poetry-
Mother, I have pasts inside me that I did not bury properly. Some nights your daughter tears herself apart, yet, heals in the morning.(not mine)
She says, her words stained grey thrumming through the hollow in her heart, but getting caught by the coal in her throat.
Instead words made of shining silver leave her mouth, ethereal stardust shimmering on them, clumsy hands stiching her satin smile from rotting tissue.
The diamond crown adoring her hair weeps for her in daylight, look! look! How the cursed gems shine!
Her mother sits in the moonlight, nabulae clouding her eyes, in her voice made of honeyed poison she asks, "Tell me, dear daughter, what is death?"
She thinks about it, "chaos, the colour red, scarlet screams spilling from golden lips and moondrunk eyes, ashes landing on cherry tongues, crimson anger tearing apart white cacophony. " She answers her voice as lifeless as her next words,"and then calm, the colour grey, black blood staining a river,a widow's screams turning silent,a toy stained grey with tears,colour draining from black eyes,leaving: grey"
She points at her mother then,her vermilion dress bleeding on the ground like old blood,the grass around her stained blue by midnight and shadows, the wicked witch,wildness impersonified "you" she says.
Then she points at herself,moonlight illuminating her silver dress,grim reaper's melted scythe in her eyes and undead souls tied to her tongue,"and me."