High Fives

I've pretty much given up on the fairy tale. Most girls lose it earlier. My prince wasn't even handsome. Like Hamlet. Getting people killed. He's comfortable so I guess I should be happy. I'm living in liminal spaces. Ducking high fives. Trying hard to recoup what was taken. It wasn't just that he smashed my tiara. It was that he burned my castle to the ground and pissed on it. Stomped my glass slippers into sand. Busted my two front teeth. Still made me clean the shit from his toilet. Kept my pet dragon. Sent me a picture of his two tight lips. That's all I get. Grim reminder of what he did to poor Yorick!