Princess
| She lies petrified in her bed, a pink quilt
pulled up to her chin She clutches onto a ratty stuffed animal (Smooches)with tainted hope Staring intently at the door she hears the erie creak of a loose floorboard being stepped on Soft footsteps echoing closer from down the hall The door opens, casting a dark shadow across the pale pink carpet He ambles to the side of her bed Her eyes are clenched shut, praying she would be invisible He breathes raspy and fast like a monster under the bed The smell of beer clouds her nostrils His hands slip coldly under the pink quilt She makes her body rigid, in hopes she will not feel him "don't be scared, Princess," he says as a solemn tear rolls down her pale pretty face She blocks him out of her mind where she pretends to be somewhere else In a mystical land of pink sparkling waves and tin foil trees Clouds shaped like golden swans drips golden rain soaked up by the white, feather-like sand The sky is a brilliant twist of rainbow candy She dances in the pink ocean and flies through the rainbow mist Forgetting about reality, because to her, this fantasy world *is* reality |