Damned, desecrated, defiled.
Reality hidden in fairytales:
Carefully orchestrated and well lit.
The most intimate desires of the mind
Imprinted on tissue-thin skin.
Telling tales of who we want to be,
Not who we are.
The truth of ourselves
Carefully concocted in story.
Papering over the scars,
Creating illusions of beauty.
Perfection inside your mind.
The hands that covet your flesh
Are Prince Charmings’.
Socially acceptable objectification –
Ugly stepsisters need not apply.
It’s harsh out there
Where it rains shards of glass
Where love can be robbery,
Where dreams can be nightmares –
And to stand on the precipice of madness
Is to realise your own sanity.