(the simplicity of) fairy-tales
by: pixie paramount (2/10/06)


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his
name is a curse on her tongue,
"Hades, Hades, beautiful, Hades"
she smiles and her burnt lips break
(beautiful isn't a word to describe him)
and there is something beautiful about that
how he is beautifully-ugly and
she is ugly-beautiful in that special way of hers
(her steps carefully calculated;
her mere touch burns the petals off those Narcissus steams)
she wanders off in her dreams
scorching the petals off like the little pyromaniac she is
(he
doesn't say, "i love you" but looks into the mirror
and whispers in her ear, "we are the same"

she
hates Hades--HadesHadesHades--for having such a beautiful name
(she thinks the wrong words and said, "i love you")
and
Once Upon a Time, she had flowers in her hair
and a prince knocking on her door
(instead: she got her dark-prince with his death-nail songs)
and Paradise--mother-flowers--burns on her tongue
and it is heavenly with pomegranates falling onetwothreetwenty between her lips
and settling into her belly (and the world begins to grow)

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author's note:
Edited on 5/16/2007.

It still remains as one of my least favorite poems. Ever. (And, if you choose to believe this, it was inspired by: "A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes" from Disney's Cinderella.)
- Pixie