longing for the surreal golden depiction
about dreamflum reflected, distorted in glass? ocean?
apple: poisoned. turned to stone(maybe emerald)
i wonder: why it's impossible to think of God's downfall?
i wonder: why it's impossible to think of Lucifer as God?
maybe that's why I've no fairytale. I'm fairy . . .
that's how my concepts are as drunk as an alcoholic water lily
engraving my heart in an ancient brass. I'm dimming . . .
all princesses are running away with their princes, am i the only one left with the moon?
painting of you, hypnotizing me am i on drugs? it dies. i start to run
flames dwelling inside me gives me a sculpture of a villain of one's reverie
angle's wings looks like devil's, when i shut my eyes
i look like maleficent when they shut there's
wiped black stardust off the lips
burring my broken wings in . . .dust
without a fairytale