Happily Never After Poem by Axley Jade Blaze

From conception, she's been molded
Those mag-pie eyes, large and exaggerated
The doll-hair tightly woven the night prior for lovely wrinkles in her hair.
Just the way Mama taught her
She draws lines above and beneath the lid
Her skin with its dishonest coat of precision
The paste, the eye crayons, stain on the lips;
False imagery, conditioned to believe in a seamlessly woven tale
Happily ever after, taught by five.
They refuse to animate the tale's culmination.
Prince Harming; the one she'll unquestionably entice with her offerings
After all, After-ever, isn't that the purpose?
What she's been born into and cursed with?
To sculpt, to invent
From birth—the point when her molder provided the clay
The moment the potter sent her on her way, patterns and traits already sealed in stone?
Not gently, not suggestive, but impressionistic, super-glued, embossed and tattooed
Cemented, forever after.

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