White As Snow, Red As Blood: A fairytale
(1) One Thousand and One Nights
"Tell us a story." The voices whisper.
It's getting dark out.
There are far too many shadows.
The room echoes of silence.
This isn't safe.
I cannot be trusted with the darkness,
The quiet,
With what waits for me there.
One thousand and one nights
Filled with emptiness.
A void
Stretching on
And on.
Tell us a story.
Maybe we'll make it through the night.
My voice is barely substantial
As I whisper into the dark.
A half-formed ghost.
This is all I have.
These stories.
A candle in the dark.
Something to keep the demons away.
Tell us a story.
Maybe we'll make it through the night.
(2) Rapunzel
When I was a child,
They locked me in the tower
High above the ground.
No one around for miles.
I thought we were the only people on earth.
There were walls everywhere
And hardly any room to breathe.
They dressed me in rags
And grew my hair
Until it covered me like a veil.
They took my choices
And called it piety.
At night
They told me stories
Of fire and brimstone.
In the darkness,
They whispered
Of hell
And eternal suffering.
I always thought
Hell sounded a lot
Like this.
(3) The Forbidden Forest
The forest went on for miles,
Thick and dark.
Night turned it into a thousand shadows.
A maze of claws and teeth.
Monsters behind every tree.
When I was five, I ran away.
I tried again
When I was eight
And nine.
I could never get through the forest.
There was a road
On the other side
Of the forest.
I could just see it.
I always wondered
Where it went.
When I dreamed,
I dreamt that I ran down that road.
In my dreams I could run forever.
But the road went on and on.
I could never get anywhere
(4) Little Red Riding Hood
I wore a red cape
And played in the forest.
So you built a fence
To keep the wolves out
And to keep me in.
"Stay in the forest.
Where you'll be safe.
You could never believe
That wasn't true.
There was a wolf
In the forest
That you wouldn't see.
He dressed as a sheep.
His fur cleaned
White as innocence.
His lips a gentle smile
That hid his teeth.
He knocked me to the ground
And tore my cape.
There were bruises
On my knees.
You said that I shouldn't play so rough.
I'd never cried before
Or since.
But you didn't know that
Or care.
"Why couldn't you believe me?"
So I ran
But I couldn't escape
Because you had fenced me in
With him.
(5) Sleeping Beauty
The days passed
And morning and night
Sleeping and waking
Blurred.
The difference
Between dreams and reality
Faded.
Does it even matter?
The princess lays in her tower
Surrounded by thorns
In this enchanted sleep
Waiting to be awoken.
An onlooker
In the waking world.
Both here and not here.
Her world
Bled of color
Stripped and gray.
Empty walls going on and on.
The princess lays in her tower
Surrounded by thorns
In this enchanted sleep.
No one ever comes.
(6) Interlude: A wish
Make a wish
A shooting star
A golden lamp
What to wish for.
If I wished for money,
Would that be selfish
And greedy
To want my future secured?
In the stories, it always is.
This one wish.
It could fix everything.
It might not fix anything.
What do I ask for?
The truth is
I'm afraid
That all the magic in the world
Can't fix this.
Money, power, riches
It isn't enough.
Why isn't it enough?
Please,
Fix this.
Fix
Me.
(7) Beauty and the Beast
Rose petals fall
As the years go by.
In the mirror
My eyes meet a strangers
Dark and haunted.
I can't stand the sight.
The house is filled with broken mirrors.
They say I've grown nicely.
Such a beauty.
But I look like everyone
Who hurt me.
I can't stand this.
Broken mirrors and toppled furniture.
No one wants an angry girl.
Who could ever love
A beast?
Dull your fangs.
Put your claws away
And smile.
Everyone wants a beauty.
No one wants a beast.
(8) The Snow Queen
There is a mirror
Kissed by the devil.
Pieces shattered through the world.
New lens for your eyes.
I think a piece
Has found its' way
Into my heart.
I can feel it there.
I can feel my heart growing cold.
The mirror distorts sight.
Everywhere I look
Pain
And neglect.
A man offers me a flower
And follows me home.
There is always something,
A shadow,
In the corner of my eye.
Only love
Can remove the shards
But to love
And be loved
To feel anything
Is a gift
Not found here
(9) Cinderella: Little Cinder Girl
Fingers stained black
As ashes
Little Cinder girl
Dawn until dusk
There a thousand things
That need to be done.
The stepmother
Desiring power without responsibility.
Cocooned in luxury.
Someone needs to care
For this place
But it's not her.
The attic is freezing
And the leftover scraps
Are never enough
On her hands and knees
Day in and day out
It never ends.
(10) Cinderella: Until Midnight
The clock
Ticks the minutes away.
Half hour
Until midnight.
From above,
The city looks like
A thousand earthbound stars
Shining under the balcony.
The black and white
Grime of my day
Has faded away
To this
Multicolored
Dream of a night.
And I,
Dirt under my nails,
My fingers eternally wrinkled.
Old before my time.
I could never belong.
Not in this
Gala of perfection.
Smooth fingers,
Bright eyes,
And clean nails.
Some things
Can't be washed away.
The clock
Ticks the minutes away.
Ten minutes
Until midnight.
Please,
Let this moment
Remain
Forever
Suspended in time.
Let me pretend
A little longer
(11)The Little Mermaid:Part of that World
Pictures
Line the walls.
Forests,
And rivers,
Roads,
Lined with flowers.
These places
Where the sun
Doesn't beat on you
And the air
Is cool and wet.
I can't help but wonder,
Does it rain there?
I have never seen so much green.
And I tell myself,
One day,
I'll be there.
One day,
I'll leave this place behind.
It seems a world away.
(12) The Little Mermaid: Transformation
Beneath the sea
The oceans' weight
Presses on you.
And I can't believe it came to this.
A few steps from drowning,
I sold what I had,
Everything I had,
So I could breathe again.
And is this what it's like?
These new legs,
Pale and thin,
Wobbling,
Aching,
Knives in my feet.
And is this what it's like,
Stumbling in the burning sand?
The air,
Cold and thin.
The smell of salt.
It's too much.
But I can breathe.
(13) Pinocchio
When I was a child,
I used to make wishes,
On shooting stars
And four-leaf clovers.
But I never understood
How wishes come true.
Not a falling star
A magical second
Between being human
And being this
Wooden imitation.
But this,
Wood inching back,
Day after day,
Revealing flesh.
Human after all.
And this as well.
A hundred new sensations,
Rain,
On new skin.
Flinching,
Unused to the softness
Of my skin.
Hands pressed against moss,
In rivers,
And against silk.
To feel this
After all.