A Fairy Tale Tragedy

Once upon a time  
there was a cliche tragedy,  
a Romeo and Juliet story of sorts.  
This story held secrets  
deep inside it's heart,  
but these secrets were  
fatally gorgeous.  
 
There is a mirror on the wall,  
not a mirror to judge beauty  
or dignify worth,  
for this mirror is broken;  
shattered into a million pieces.  
The apple slides down your throat  
and the prince does not come to save you  
as you slip into eternal sleep.  
 
The pumpkin sitting in the yard  
waiting to be spiraled into usefullness 
sits, moking you, filled to the brim with sticky  
sweet promises of happiness and love.  
It only brings the taunting smell of dead hope  
and broken dreams while you cry alone.  
 
Kiss the frog, hope for more  
but all you will recieve is a face of warts,  
a heart heavy with pain.  
The fairy dust has run out;  
the prince is in another castle.  
 
There is no happy ending,  
no happily-ever-after.  
There is no prince charming  
storming in on a white horse  
to save the day.  
This fairy tale; what a joke.  
It's only a facade, a nightmare.  
The apple kills the girl,  
mute from broken promises,  
cleaning floors until death does she see.