Peter Pan, Wendy, Tinker-bell

which is the way to Neverland?

Stumbled into the rabbits trap to Oz

Who would’ve dreamed of a city so blood red.

Infidelity punished by a chopped head

courtesy of the Queen of Love

She baked you a cake on this illicit day.

23, 24, begin again at 22

Don’t allow the numbers to rise

you wouldn’t want to be the last prize.

Every line must be filled

to the brim, soft plastic.

Save the toddler elastic.

Half a life, might as well die.

Lock me in a tower,

the tallest, darkest tower.

The prince cannot see me

before facial protocol.

Let the dragon burn me taut.

Break my ribs, how could I not fit in Dorothy’s basket.

I see a twister coming along the edge

give the wicked witch my sincerest

apologies. Bury my head in the sand.

There is no mister

who would date or confer

anything  older than a lamb.

Diamonds are a girls best friend, no.

They’re her worst enemy

the looking glass, what she cannot be.

Shiny. Pretty. Slender. New.

Shiny. Damages. Cracked. Pseudo.

So she paints herself thin

and takes scissors to her skin.

Cut off the strap

under her arms

around her hips, they must go

what doesn’t fit.

Hair, a blanket around her feet.

Nails, a white cast against her skin.

More red, she smiles blood

her eyes are sunken she calls it haute

You can eat her with no guilt.

Take a bit of her lips,

don’t mind the roughness

she tossed away her skin

replaced it with a hit.

She memorized the posters

the doctor prescribed

rip her thighs three sizes too short

a gnome to stick on a pretty green lawn

next to the head

of the mistress of Oz.

xx zjf