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velvet wings of everything
By beamish
She stares passed him lost in a gaze of sadness
Sipping her coffee filled with tears
Life was to be a fairy tail of happiness
Her life saved by a prince on a white horse of brilliance
She was just ten
Now she's twenty something
The slipper never fit and her prince turned out to be a myth that now wears
a wife beater
a fitting name for his hands as well
Cigarettes
Booze
Hooker
Are the cologne he chooses to wear
So she dreams as she tends to his dinner
Maybe the dragon
The thief
The sinner
Would have treated her like the queen she knows she was born to be
Maybe she is locked in her tower just waiting to be awoken by the fire
breathing beast
that
as a child she was brainwashed into believing was a scaled monster of mayhem
Not her fire breathing purifier swooping his giant wings of terror on his
descent to save
her
Just in time to hold her tight in his velvet wings of everything
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Copyright 2016 beamish
Published on Sunday, September 11, 2016.
Filed under:
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On Sunday, September 11, 2016, Queazenart
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wrote:
What a great way of inverting fairy tale expectations and stereotypes. It's very creative. As is the stanza referencing how the terrible husband smells.
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On Sunday, September 11, 2016, beamish
(137) wrote:
Thank you. Sadly, I thinks it's the real tail for most
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