Fairytale Ending

The prince kissed her sleeping lips and

she woke with love in her mouth.


Radiant, like the sun, she rose.

Blooming, like the rose, she shined.


He said “You’re hot.”


He said “I want to spend some time with you.”


Because she was a princess

and he was a prince

she thought it was destiny.


It wasn’t.


She should have died of a broken heart.

It was in the script.


Instead she stepped out into her bower

light pouring over her like honey,

air heavy with perfume.


Rose, jasmine, orange blossom,

it was a wonderful time

to be awake.

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