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(the simplicity of) fairy-tales
by: poetic abortion (2/10/06)

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his
name is a curse on her tongue,
hades, hades, beautiful-hades"

she smiles and her burnt lips break
(beautiful isn't a word to describe him)
and there is something beautiful about that
how he is beautifully-ugly and she is
ugly-beautiful in that way of hers
(her steps carefully calculated;
her mere touch burns the petals off those
Narcissus steams)

"damn them"

she wanders off in her dreams
scorching the petals off like the little pyromaniac she is

(he doesn't say, "i love you"
but looks into the mirror and whispers
in her ear, "we are the same")
Happily Ever After wasn't his style anyway

she
(she thinks the wrong words and said, "i love you")
and
Once Upon a Time,
she had flowers in her hair
a prince knocking on her door
instead, she got her dark-prince with his vampire-skin and
"i recommend your heart get trampled on" Paradise (mother flowers)
burns on her tongue and it is heavenly
with pomegranates falling onetwothreetwenty between her lips
and settling into her belly (and the world begins to grow)
The End never sounded so horrible