That painful sting of piranhas swimming the rivers of intricate innards
gnawing, eating at its banks, could paint the rotten pear like apples
In a crimson pool that was blood — Shinning! Red! Fresh! Delectable!

When innocence got robbed from cradles into Love-for-sale
where admiration means, get naked, lay down and open your legs
to strangers wearing cheap cognac as aftershave — Disgusting!

A nightmare disguised as fairy tale, shared so none would forget
that the temptation of grandeur boxed in the sandcastle of life
is no worse than the promise of hell wrapped in a shack of death

There is no fairy godmothers nor Prince Charmings
But Cinderella is real — wearing bronze shackles
Prisoners of stereotypes

Published 17th August 2017
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