for little girls and you are too old, your soul
too battered for lies like that anymore.
fairy tales are for innocent, virginal girls in
and your eyes are too full of shadows, bones too
full of secrets to pretend
to be pure.
your mouth has tasted too much cum
for the kiss of a prince, and
you will never be able to
conceal the stubble burns etched into your skin
from past lovers.
you cannot un-taste the apple
you have stolen,
you cannot un-see
the hell you have glimpsed.