Just A Bit Of Fairy Tail

Prince Charming rode in without a horse.
He did not even need wheels.
Only words to fuel her ignition.
Hot wired and heavy.
Breaking in her biggest sin.
The joy ride became a bit of a binge.
She drove away with a new dent every night.
Bruises only revealed in the morning light.
But unlike scars these would fade.
The blood was in watching them dissipate.
She called the panel beater and met him in a dark alley somewhere.
He said there must be some mistake.
He could not find a dent or even a little scratch.
Undeterred she called him back.
This time she rode a horse.
With no invitation to the ball.
No pumpkin, pride, nothing at all.
'You need a psychological evaluation.'
The panel beating prince flicked a switch and the roller door made its final descent.
Getting stuck in that same spot between her legs.
She rode along the freeway.
Somewhere in between the dark alley and where he used to be she found her car.
Raped of all its dignity.
She sat on the wrinkled leather seat.
An abandoned wreck and a horse in an emergency lane.
Windows wound up, something in the side view mirror caught her eye.
It could have been Prince Charming back on the horse.
But the exhaust fumes were filling her mind with fantasies.
'Reality is what you need.'
Prince Charming never rode a horse.
He did not even need wheels.
No! It was defiantly a dint!
The panel beater missed it!
With a satisfied smile Snow White, Sleeping Beauty or Cinderella fell asleep.
Never quite sure who she would be.