Hero

Thinking about my relationship with fairytales.

He sits

on a bed

dark outside

wishing the bottle in his hand

was a sword

to slash all the demons

and rescue his princess.

 

She lay

in her bed

morning sunshine

dread

waiting for her prince

to leap through the window and save her from

herself.

 

Who is the hero?

nobody. because this is real life, and that thought alone is what keeps us from the castle and our happy ever after.