by Holly H Dunne
Fairytale girls live happily ever after
But do you ever question their happy laughter?
Did you ever think that maybe, all isn't how it seems?
Do you ever worry that nightmares might kill dreams?
Maybe Rapunzel made a noose from her long hair
She didn't want to be rescued, she was happy way up there
And Hansel and Gretel, a double suicide
Heads in the oven, dying side by side
Maybe Sleeping Beauty took some pills to stay asleep
Because if she's not awake then her eyes no longer weep
And what if Snow White never rose from her glass case
And chose to die right there, a smile upon her face?
Maybe Cinderella slashed her wrists with her lost shoe
And if you wonder why, maybe she just felt blue
And maybe someone tried and failed to stitch her back together
So instead they took the needle, and wove the stories we'll keep forever.
Author's Note: this cheerful little poem was inspired when i realised that true love only exists in fairy stories and even then it could be some kinda conspiracy. who knows? maybe they really did all kill themselves. love is a slow painful suicide after all.
Posted on 09/08/2003
Copyright © 2021 Holly H Dunne
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Sarah Brookes on 09/08/03 at 05:46 PM|
I say it time and time again. Fairy tales are thoroughly sinister and this haunting, dark and decidedly skewed view on those original stories really just confirms this once again for me. Love is almost always pain, a thing that slowly eats itself.
|Posted by Bertram Sparagmos on 11/13/12 at 01:39 PM|
Maybe it's just terribly easier to define our own existences by suffering? Maybe we are relentlessly addicted to our own psychodrama, and must create for ourselves omnipotent antagonists? Maybe that's just human nature? Hmmm.