Your hand on my thigh
Like an insurance policy
For the young and willing
Like the good cop
While the other is
Holding the spoon,
and you rip, rip
(I’m not crying)
But I’m not scared
For you keep me safe
With your warm breath
And your cold fingers
Around my neck
Pulse racing in my head
Can you see the stars?
Under the sheets
I hide my bloody legs
I heard the announcement
That Elvis had left the building
And I saw his bodyguard roll his eyes
And his driver threw his hands up
Because the king had run again
So they turned off the lights
And they locked all the doors
And they counted all the bills
The show had been another success
Just like they had always been
But in the dark and in the silence
I heard a whisper speak
“Here we go again, asking where I’ve been
You can’t see these tears are real
I’m crying”
I followed it as best as I could
Through the labyrinth of this place
Following his voice and following his spirit
Searching for someone who isn’t there
Or so they said
I’m crawling up some rotten stairs
Down hallways made of time
And I cannot find him, he’s not here
Still I know that I’m not by myself
The whispers never quiet
So Elvis left the building
But nobody saw him go
His presence still on my skin
So if Elvis had left the building
Then why am I not alone?
I’ve enjoyed this same view on literally thousands of days. It never gets old, and it never stays the same.
No search warrants for the hidden parts,
The judge had signed off for the day.
Ignoring the fear and the racing hearts,
So trial was soon underway.
Prosecution came fully unprepared,
Defense saw a default win.
Superficial evidence, easily shared,
Only cotton, never skin.
He’s innocent till proven guilty,
And proof was never disclosed.
Innocent by reason of insanity,
The evil was misdiagnosed.
There was nothing more she could have done,
No objection was heard, no matter how loud.
She rested her case, judge and jury in one,
Had ruled on behalf of the crowd.
So the verdict read was surely fair,
He’d never been wrong for a day.
All the guilt, the pain, the disrepair,
They had made it all go away.
She anxiously searched for someone to see,
The lies they had painted in white.
It was then that she knew she would never be free,
From the maggots that crawled deep inside.
I liked the way she was when she first got here. She was fierce, because she didn’t know what she was doing. She didn’t know what she was up against. Not just me, but everything, the present, the past, the history. She didn’t know that with one simple thing like believing in a story that a little boy – our little boy – told her, she could change the course of all of our lives forever.
She didn’t know what it would mean for me. For my life, for my little family. She didn’t know what I had done. She didn’t know what had been done to me. Nobody did, which was one of the advantages of the curse. They may have feared me as their mayor, but they loathed me as their queen, and that was worse. Emma didn’t know that breaking the curse would take away the small piece of freedom I had given myself, freedom to lead a life that wasn’t controlled by magic, by my mother, by my own darkness.
I had a lot to lose. What I didn’t know was that I had even more to gain.
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