an: disney owns the characters. & the carefully hidden concepts.

a whole new world

The princess is filling out, she cannot conceal her curves

She cannot breathe for the

Black veil wrapped around her nose, curves its way down her slender face

The desert sun is hot, and sand flutters, sticky crystalline snow, flecks around the corner of her eyes

Droning flies kiss her feet and her pet tiger huffs out air, lapping up the reused fountain water, eying her birds in their wire cages, tantalized every time the Grand Vizier strolls by with his prized talking parrot, stroking its red tufts of down with his spidery fingernail, imagining the inside of the fifteen year old princess’ thigh, he could get used to it, he’s the only one who talks intelligently toward her, yet he gives her a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach, like he did something nasty that she

Erased long ago ‘cause she couldn’t take the pain of carrying the burden of the secret on her thin shoulders

He smiles and mutters something to the bird, the bird who looks strangely perceptive, nodding at all the right times, it’s enough to scare the hell out of her, those little eyes latched onto hers

“Pretty Princess! Pretty princess!” the squawking just human enough to be mocking

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It is only when

the mysterious prince kisses her lips

that she remembers it is not her first kiss

years of forgetting and covering her damaged soul in sand and lies

What would Father say?

That night, she remembers the touch of the Grand Vizier who had

“Mistakenly stumbled” into her bedroom, and even at twelve

she knew that he wasn’t one for mistakes. Or stumbling.

She remembers then, like a rush of psychosis, his breath on her neck

He smelled like deeply scented oils and magic, and hatred

Frustrated he wasn’t more powerful, needing more power

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He consults the parrot

They decide he was too good for

A crying little whore like the princess

But if she forwards their plan now, then why pass up a golden opportunity?

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