His words were like razor blades slipping over my skin, inch by inch.
Does he see does he hear my screams that come like drops of burning rain?
With a wave of hand he sends me away and breaks my heart at the same time, tears come tears of sadness and tears of anger that seem to come and come.
I scream scream low and scream loud locked away in my room, screaming to no one but me.
Then someone screams in reply, his eyes on me, smirk dancing on his lips.
He sees me, me, me, me, only me.
Shadows he drinks them in, and he reaches for my hand.
"Does the princess need help down from her tower?"
"Don't you know, silly boy there's no such thing as fairy tales?"
Maybe there is, maybe there isn't, good ones and bad ones, and the good one starts to come true right before my eyes as I take his hand and fly away.