Saturday, March 18, 2023

Our Little Princess


What she bought on the cheap,

Fairy tales and briers,

Taught her lying friends

What they meant by liars,

Burned her childhood down.

A matchless house of stone,

Filled with hollofill,

She lived in it alone,

Until the ides of spring

Pumped birdsong into blood,

And then she kicked it flat,

Split rock, torn clothes, and mud.

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