midnight carriages

sticky and midnight carriages await outside

her door        … where poems have grown like weeds and prince charming beckons her under the stars

(…such psychotic lovers have fevers

hot and cold…)

when

the prince gallops away

the story breaks and shatters into forgotten pieces so suddenly that

the princess ponders the mystery unknown of lost love

midnight summer dreams like false lilacs shimmer

the weeds are standing expectantly and the princess cries from her towers but her prince is no longer…

summer has gone and the story fades into winter….

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