Traumatized By Fairytales
You have no memories of innocence
just curated evidence of puerile thoughts
in childish script whispered by the dark prince
of punishment who visits you when you ought
to dream of unicorns, chocolate egg creams,
prim fairies like a good girl should — not
orgiastic in a flaming wood. Deemed
by good and evil both a sacrifice. Taught
to open shamelessly all but the eyes
and crawl towards the cruelest hands. Accept
their seed and reprimands. Live traumatized
by fairytales meant for those they defend
who have not lived the truth of how they end.
Horror Sleaze Trash 