Fairy Tales

not all fairy tales have happy endings

You were the Pied Piper 

playing a blissful tune,

wearing those bright tights.

You promised salvation

to a useless child.

Drowning, drowning, drowning.

A child no more. 

A rat.

Sneering, touching, pulling.

Drowning.

I am the victim, or

you are the hero, 

or I am the evil, 

or you are the murderer, 

thief.

You were Peter Pan, 

appearing as shadow,

climbing through the window as I slept.

You asked for a kiss, 

I offered a thimble.

A peace offering, or

a deterrent.

You offer magic, or 

parlour tricks.

Fairy dust, or

oats with sprinkles in them.

You take my hand, and push.

Fly.

Fall.

You'll never grow up.

Lost boy. Murderer. Thief.

You were Pan,

and I was Syrinx.

Your compliments never stopped.

Beautiful. Lonely. You need me. I need you.

Running, running, running.

You reach me, hand 

outstretched, fingers 

close to my 

dress, or is it a nightgown,

or am I naked?

I am me no more,

a cattail, a weed, a rotting thing 

left in the water.

You will never leave me alone,

my music is too beautiful.

Or is it a scream?

You fashion an instrument

from my body

and play me forever.

Where is my peace? 

Hero.

Lost boy.

God.

Murderer.

Thief.

Give me back my girlhood.

Author's Note

content warnings:
sexual assault
abuse