—The Little Writer—
i lost the glass slipper
that is my mind
somewhere behind me
i sold my soul to the sea witch
just for a good story
i locked myself in a tall tower
for many days and nights
as i typed away
my fingers bleeding
ink
creativity
and naivety
cut off at the fin
by every opened
half-opened
outright denial
that i lie to myself
was not there
this is all i have
now it’s all i hate
too late
my gift, now a curse
nowhere trapped alone
the sceptics laughing
education taught me the rules
the rules by death with which
you must obey
with all your soul
like signing a contract
by an evil sea witch
creativity signed away
by the ink
the pen
that i use
to write.
the pen is dead.
—Alice in Adulthood—
I lost a house slipper once and had to hop on one foot.
As lost as that slipper, cold and lonely as my naked foot.
My cereal that day, spelled out "Eat Me". And I dumped the bowl.
Destiny came to visit too. He blew smoke in my face and spoke in riddles.
“Diverge from the path
you must never.
Responsibility is always
stronger, desire is weaker.
You cannot survive
on two feet
with no degree.
To live is to survive,
no joy needed to thrive.
Diverge from the path
you must never.
Desire is weaker
in game of life.”
He said, his voice of purple velvet
words that formed shapes and made the world.
He told me to go. Go where? I didn't know.
Then I was out on my own. Cold, lost, confused.
With only one slipper
And no GPS.
My phone lost service at the fork in the road.
My punch was spiked at the bar by the toad.
Couldn’t ask for help with no ID.
Wandered away as high as I could be.
I hallucinated a talking cat, striped purple and blue.
It only said: You’re a fool fool fool.”
I kicked it and made a field goal over the flickering light posts.
The man that raped me only boasts.
From that day, I couldn’t see
the road laid out in front of me.
The Queen of Hearts dressed in red,
The Queen Bee who said
Mean things to me and left me in her bed.
The teen Queen,
Forever and always mean
Sneered like a fiend
Lost her temper,
the tempted viper,
Pushed me down a hole,
And forever I shall lay.
In this hole, I shall stay
The Queen of Heart’s
dirty
little
secret.
—Queen Ella Hart—
She disjointed her pride
When reality tackled her to the ground.
Rubbed her face in dirt
And scraped her knee.
She still felt the pain
Ghosting inside.
Like a bee making a beeline
For her broken heart.
Rubbing salt
On all of her faults
And watching as it sizzles
And fizzles into nothing
But shattered hopes and dreams
She put into a jar labeled
"Pixie Dust."
Like the second star to the left,
She was never right.
Alright for now,
Not for long.
Life slapped her,
Like an evil step-mother
Stepping on her dreams.
Lucifer, the cat,
Peed on her shoe.
Acid burned through.
Anxiety locked her away
And threw away the key.
No ball more beautiful
Than the one outside her window.
No gowns,
Only sweatpants
Made of regrets.
—Maleficent Queen of Hearts—
Phoenix rising from the ashes,
that’s how Ella felt.
Her fairy godmother granted her wish,
turned her world upside down.
She was no longer a slave,
but now the Queen.
Like any other tale,
this one turned sour,
as the Queen turned wicked
in many ways.
She put the violent
in benevolent
and added an i
cause now
the world revolved around her.
—Call Her “Princess Charming”—
Mirror Mirror
On the wall,
Who’s the fairest
Of them all?
When it was no longer her,
Ella flipped her lid, sure did.
(I) The transfer student
had stolen her crown.
Ella’s smile turned into a frown.
Princess Alice
the people would call me.
It had always
embarrassed me.
She declared,
with a dramatic flair,
me an enemy.
With venom, she sang to me.
But, like most things,
She couldn’t keep that promise.
Ella hated me from
the bottom of her core.
I don’t know when
it changed.
The heartless Queen’s
stolen heart was a surprise.
She had fallen for me,
like a princess to a king.
I wasn’t sure
if I had felt the same.
But, like with everything,
Ella had her way.
So, soon, I was courted
by the Queen,
though her ways were quite mean.
Self-centered and vein
she had no room for love
of another besides herself.
Oh, was I surprised.
When I found out
A secret so deadly
It sealed my fate.
So, I shall not repeat,
For the sake of you,
Dear Reader, whom must debate.
—Happily Never After—
Her anger was volcanic,
her fear was great
as she punched me
right in the face.
She kept rambling
about this and that
threatening me
even though I couldn’t fight back.
I promised not to tell,
she was deafened by rage.
Her temper is what
led to my fate.
She pulled me outside
by a fistful of hair,
she kept sneering.
The Queen of despair.
Far into the woods
behind her house
sits the gaping hole
where she pushed me in.
I screamed in horror
As I slowly fell.
Her face peered down.
The Queen of Hell.
Now I lay, hidden and forgotten.
While she still plays
above, alive, happy…
as I watch from my grave.
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