Princesses and Their Peas
She can always see her princess-perfect heart shaped face in the window
Doe eyes just big enough to weigh down the organ she pretends is still her heart
But she knows, remembers, aches, because
Once upon a time
She had those “Once-upon-a-stars”
To cast “Once-upon-a-dreams”
They were all for her
As she gazed out those windows
She was seventeen years old
when the last of her heart dripped out its last glass tears
When he challenged her
“You can’t really be a princess, can you?”
Imperfects are always infinite under the microscope of royalty
Her skin too blotchy
Hair too big
Face too lopsided
And of course,
Her body is too loud
“You may only be my bride on one condition… Peas” He smirked
Clusters of peas toppled her plate at every meal
Scrambling together between her puzzle piece teeth
molding to mush in her mind
She was smushed under tree branch fingers of Him, The Prince
It wasn’t long until her sunken eyes saw that
Her dreams were just too sickeningly sweet
Now she dreams of peas and being skinny
She is haunted by the pea living under her mattress
She is restless, a deprived person
His eyes are magnetized by her emerald plate of peas
Never does he look up to her
“I think you’re beautiful, I don’t care what the others think. Maybe you need to start eating again” He mutters between licks of ice cream
As if that was a damn compliment
With every aching bone in her skeleton she lets out a blood shaking scream
Because her body will always be too loud