Those Scary Tales Poem by Axley Jade Blaze

I remember the warmth of a time I knew,
Familiar and nourishing like the first days of spring
When the sun starts peeking from the clouds
My soul, my joy, it was beginning to bloom like lovely, little forget-me-nots
Beauty, though, is a camouflage—
For love, loathe, affliction and torment

I believed in that spring-time beauty
The way I ate my parents spoon-fed, predictable tales
Those little-kid lies
Ate until I was full—then I wilted;
A dying and withering black rose
And, one million more cliches
I'm a walking billboard
The result of deception from the time of conception
A bombsite, ready to explode
My pain, which I wear like a shiny, dark, new tattoo
Is the reminder:
Geroge told lies
Mr. Rogers was probably a pedophile
Santa was more like a demon,
Just waiting to rape the innocence of each child.
Wipe off the smiles on all of those small children,
That scoundrel in the chimney!
I punch my mouth for loose teeth to feed the tooth fairy;
And earn some new loose change.
Just enough to pay for Mama's two cents, times two.
Undoubtedly, another carefully constructed, crafty lie.
And where's the easter bunny?
Bouncing around with all that candy
Feeding children sugary treats so they'll edge nearer—
His plan to rot those teeth the way he'll destroy their souls
As I am subdued by Prince Harming once more;
A Peter Pan who will certainly never grow up.

I'm sorry, were you looking for a delicate, cheerful confession?

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