Peter Pan Said [rev] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

For me, Peter Pan said, Conan's finally dead,
I buried him as a kid - he perforated my soul,
- breaking my spirit with words too harsh to
repeat. I wrote his transgressions on a scroll;
now that chem's in my head he wounds my
mind with darts of vile vituperation & vulgar
insinuations, his irrational fury; only mom is
left and it's best she doesn't bring her faith

In God to me since she could not even love
her own mother; what's love, cynical physical
infatuation evaporating faster than it forms so
the lover has nothing afterwards, unless he's
a Romeo achieving fame by killing himself - I
shall stay in Neverland, never grow up, never
seek to investigate truth behind the façade
that was my travesty of a childhood

A serving Cinderella shared me her pain & in
her misery, targeting my sister, making me see
what contempt & rejection is - my family's lost,
Attila just a shell of himself, the condescending
Duchess a lost elf, sometime bully, Alice gone
to live in Crocodile Castle in magic Wonderland
where a Phoenix burned her pain away, saving
her and keeping

A formerly lost waif in a very safe place; Tom
Thumb rode away on a mouse for a nomadic
and houseless life - none of us are emotionally
calibrated - this exacerbated by the existential
dilemma: Which Universe, Which Me - I prefer
to be free in Neverland to be as prejudiced as
I like without trying to disentangle strands in
my head, without stoppering the holes in my

Heart, forever blaming Conan, the Queen-of-
Hearts & Cinderella for stealing my freedom,
making me into a changeling, showering me
with poisonous glass shards as the mirror of
their lives smashed and we fell down into
Purgatory….