she wasn't sleeping
she wasn't sleeping
she was downtown,
eating sushi and
drinking cocktails
her hands sparkled
with borrowed diamonds,
her hair shone with the
sheen of freedom
Maleficent in her tower
stuffed envelopes for
charity, sharpened her horns
with sorrow,
bitter tears lining the
hallways of her dreams,
dreams littered with
godmothers,
fat on their own
regrets
and all the while our girl bloomed
in strange men's beds,
each man a notch in her belt,
a thorn in her soul,
each prick a little different
a prince, somewhere, loomed on the
edge of the horizon,
kept at bay by a
blood-red dream
while there
in the palace,
beneath the bedsheets,
a pile of clothes
in the shape of our girl
slept
she was downtown,
eating sushi and
drinking cocktails
her hands sparkled
with borrowed diamonds,
her hair shone with the
sheen of freedom
Maleficent in her tower
stuffed envelopes for
charity, sharpened her horns
with sorrow,
bitter tears lining the
hallways of her dreams,
dreams littered with
godmothers,
fat on their own
regrets
and all the while our girl bloomed
in strange men's beds,
each man a notch in her belt,
a thorn in her soul,
each prick a little different
a prince, somewhere, loomed on the
edge of the horizon,
kept at bay by a
blood-red dream
while there
in the palace,
beneath the bedsheets,
a pile of clothes
in the shape of our girl
slept
1 Comments:
I LOVE the line about godmothers "fat on their own regrets."
By Donna Sewell, at 10:17 AM
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