i never expected to be queen so soon

A/N: Not really sure... I've been reading a lot of Siken again, lol. Not my best, but in a weird way, I really love it.

i. in which the princess watches her blood splatter on the highway

she said, new year, new me. she threw out old poetry and hung pretty pictures on her wall to cover up the burn marks. but he had green eyes, and soft hands that made her skin feel like silk. warm kisses on summer days can only last so long, though, and fast hearts mean car crashes. oh god, this is what death feels like, a boy with green eyes and a leather jacket that smells like sunshine.

ii. in which the princess kills her dragon

she decided she hated love. she dug a moat around her castle with her bare hands and filled the water with alligators. the prince tried to swim the dirty water, and maybe the alligators did bite off both his legs, but she was beautiful. she put her sword to his throat, told him i will burn your kingdom to the ground, but there’s nothing more dreamy than a man who needs you. he made her flower crowns and when they wilted, she didn’t even notice. her dragon is dead but its roars echo in her dreams calling her home.

iii. in which the monster is beside the princess in bed

every night the colosseum calls her to war, and she grabs her sword and goes off to fight the lions. they tug at her clothes and rip her gown--but she’s gorgeous and she glows because she’s the most powerful warrior of them all. he asked what she dreams about and when she told him, he looked sad and told her that her struggle was beautiful. when she acted confused he kissed her wrists where he imagined the scars to be--and after awhile, so did she.

iv. in which the princess’ shoe doesn’t fit

she dances everywhere. there are footprints on her ceiling and in her bathtub. she has music inside her and it bursts out in big, colorful waves that scare people away. so she doesn’t talk, she doesn’t make friends. she just whispers to her skin that someday, i’ll have someone to love. he writes the music to a thousand stories, but there’s always one note that’s off--and maybe they’re both two jigsaw pieces that almost fit-- but it’s closer than they’ve ever been to being close to anyone so they say screw it and kiss anyway. but when they’re in bed together, it’s clumsy, and it makes her cry. her toes bleed because she’s not dancing and her feet stop telling their stories.

v. in which the princess dies alone and the prince screws the neighbor

trust is a delicate thing, she thinks. it’s like the clocks her grandfather used to make before he died. he used to cry every time he got one right--kiss her on the cheek and tell her to always be proud of her hard work. when he died all the clocks stopped chiming at midnight, as if they knew they were seeing another day without him. but she trusts him anyway, with his beautiful smile and charming words, because if there is any good in the world it must be in him. he taught her to paint, told her you will paint the world a new sky, and then left. his chair is still empty, like it’s waiting for him to come back.

vi. in which the princess finds narnia in the closet

when she closes her eyes she sees pretty little maids, standing and waiting to be told what to do. they spin in circles around her and make her dizzy. he pries her eyelids open and screams in her ear that order is important, and she nods her head like a limp rag doll. she thinks she might be dead, but death has to be better than this, right? she climbs in small spaces to escape, eventually falling down the rabbit hole. the maids aren’t pretty here, they’re ugly witches-- but at least they’re truthful. they paint her tongue crazy colors and send her back through the wardrobe, bye alice!, and remind her to act like the queen she is.