Revisiting posts from first month of blogging
I ran from fate
Only to be fated still.
The yellow curled pages of your tale
Strewn over a rose covered mattress.
But like Gretel eating a shingle,
I still eat what’s cursed.
I was promised sex on the beach
But Ursula sang me a lullaby
Waves peel the scales from my eyes,
Lightening strikes my wooden nose-
Afire with no phoenix hope.
This swine built with straw.
Plunge me into dreamless sleep,
A hundred years might save me.
The Apple not poison but reprieve.
I’ll prick my skin head to toe,
Be your spindle lover
Should it spare me
The curse of stealing,
My not so true, love’s first kiss.
Place me among your dolls,
Your trophy and sin.
But place me carefully
As you did the one with ruby slippers.
Give me purpose
Once you eat my ginger heart.
I followed that feeling,
No warning in…
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