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Faerytales and Castles
She closes the door,
To block out the sounds from the other room.
Every now and then she cringes,
and closes her eyes,
wishing she was someone else,
somewhere else.
Just not here,
please don't wake up here.
But then she opens them,
maturity out of necessity shines,
instead of innocence.
And she sighs,
because in the other room
they're still fighting,
and she hears her mother's voice
pleading...
wheedling.
She shrugs, and keeps coloring.
She likes coloring.
It makes her feel good to
fill in the spaces on the paper until white has turned to blue,
and the black lines show her where to stop.
Boundaries on the pages.
And she closes her eyes,
Wishes she were somewhere else;
Were someone else.
Then she picks up the coloring book,
and she colors herself a pretty castle,
buried in a quiet forest.
She imagines the unicorns,
and the faeries there.
She sees herself in a beautiful dress;
the princess of the castle.
There all the people are nice,
and everyone loves her, and
no one fights about
why dinner wasn't cooked when they got home.
She lays across the bed,
peopling her castles with knights,
and ladies in waiting.
She sends them off
to slay the dragons, and the dark dreams
that keep scaring her while she's asleep,
even though she knows they're just dreams.
She hums, her lips pursed,
she sings a little song to herself about the castle,
Just wishing she'd wake up there.
