fairy tale dismay

she cast a gaze
of typical ridicule
with notes
of cyclical circumstance
the softer parts
of living
to fall
with the shed
scales of loneliness.

it was a movement
arranged across
the subdermal
of childlike wonder
by shaking
unpracticed hands
the ivory keys
upon ebon fallen tears.

there was
a sickness
a quickness
of fairy tale dismay
a certain
to this princess
softly swept away
to the underground
bunkers to hunker
as it all turns to gray.

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