Dark Bloom

She walked the halls in shadows' grip, A quiet girl with pale, cracked lips. Dark hair fell like a midnight shroud, Eyes like storms, voice never loud.They whispered cruelly, cast their stones, Mocked the books, the skulls, the bones, Called her names and tore her down, Tried to drown her in the crowd.But in the depths where dark things grow, She found a spark, a secret glow. She saw herself not weak, but strong— A creature who had lingered long.So she turned from all their petty games, Ignored the stares, ignored the names. Focused on the self she knew, The dark, the light—the honest truth.But shadows do not like to lose, And spiteful souls began to bruise. They hated how she walked so tall, Hated that they felt so small.They spat their venom, spread their lies, Sought to dim her glowing eyes. But she had tasted something sweet, A strength they couldn’t hope to beat.She smiled and watched them rage and flail, Their hatred now a bitter tale. For she had risen from their spite, A flower blooming in the night.And in her laughter, cold and clear, They saw the thing they’d grown to fear— A girl who’d faced their darkest part And found the darkness in her heart.She did not break, she did not bend, For monsters learn