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Princess
...written on 2009-10-06, @ 9:06 p.m.
Foolish girl. Afraid of being alone? Where are the wolves and the woodsman? What secrets are hiding in his belly?
Don't spill the beans or there will be giants to pay. Just keep hiding in your house made for seven small sons and pretend you are the prettiest in all the land. Mirror, mirror on the wall, is he thinking of the fairist one of all?
Not today, my sweet. He is at the ball chasing girls in glass slippers. They don't dance these days and that glitter is filled with promises you cannot keep.
So lay quietly in your castle full of dust and age. Trust that someday his kiss will wake you but until then sleep. Sleep and dream a dreamless sleep. No witches or spinning wheels to thwart you in the depths of REM.
When the sleeping gets to long then dream. Dream of taking up the sword and fighting back. Forge a path through thorn and thicket and free yourself from fairytales.
Until then just eat the apple. Beautiful and pale for eternity, red lips screaming death.