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Broken Fairytale

Black and white images with red pressed to the sheets, dark red ribbons tied around pastel skin. Not old enough to have black shadows smeared down her cheeks but soft enough to have deep purple splotches swell on her. Crackling screams that rip across the empty house like lightining his smile which dampens the air like thunder. An ocean of muffled tears splash against the red and white plain, pouring salt in the wounds split open it burns to the marrows. Cut her open and look inside and see under crystal skin there is no more blood pumping to her heart, there is no heart. Holding the bloody heart he pulls the veins away in a muck of red, it splatters along the white walls along his red hands she will remember one day. Though for now the deed is done he sits in the crime gazing at the red beating mass and as he does the heart pumps black ash, he soiled it with this murderous scene. He puts the black stone back and sews her up, she limps through the barren snow home leaving a trail of red like a dying beast in the woods. She was his prey and he her predator.

The evidence burned hot in the forest, burned away the memory, smelled of her blood and crackled her screams. The red ribbons sprawled upwards ripping charcoal smoke at the wispy ends, they craned to stick to her skin once more before flaring up and falling to ash at her black boots, the flames swirled in her orange eyes sending monotone expressions over her face and swimming in the tears that fell down her frosted cheeks. The smoke heaving and dripping into her mouth through the silver cup with blood encrusted around the rim, she falls to her knees holding her neck as the ash burns her forgetting flesh. Then like a cord under tension her memory snaps and goes dark, she no longer holds that memory in her throat as she screams in her sleep, her eyes no longer she him as the boy who took her on the cold sheets and ravaged her frame. The street lights gleamed above her as she walked, God had no mercy for the weak such as this small creature, this speckle in Gods playing field, this dark shadow that moves so slowly that time races by her with immense speed she does not see her stopping. How could she remember something she forced herself to forget?

He holds her by the neck, she sheds her skin so she is bare in red flesh, he tells her that she will stay no matter how much she wants not to. Her eyes cloud up like black ink dripping in clear water, he put a spell on her with his words hitting against her brain like rain. Wrapping her criss-crossed wrists around his neck she falls into his disguise tangled up in his charming smile that gave him dimples, thinking he was keeping her safely locked away, away from hurt, she let him build bricks with cement casing around her. It wasn't until the final brick she realized she was chained by her ankle to this ball, her screams wouldn't help her in this dark tower with the one window up high, the moon beaming down on her tender skin. She knew that he could bury her in this place with rocks and words and fists and bloody dirt until her last breath would be filled with anguish she was trapped in this nightmare, it played over and over in her eyes though it had been years since she forgotten, what made her remember?

The one thing that betrayed her... Love.