Princess

[Karen Greenbaum-Maya]

Her lumpy bed hurt her skin.

She told them I feel something,

they sighed, Geez, you’re such a princess,

get over it.  Still, something

made deep bruises,

kept her wakeful,

left blue half-moons under her eyes.

 

One day, making her bed, she found,

not peas beneath the mattress, but

cracker crumbs     tacks     her sister’s jacks,

scattered in the sheets, on her pillow.

What is that in your bed? they said,

how do you suppose it got in there?

 

When I move out, she thought, maybe next week,

maybe tonight when they’ve fallen asleep,

I’m buying new sheets.

[bolton carley]

love the touches of fairy tales thrown in!

[Diana E. Backhouse]

We've probably all been reading too much Hogan and Floyd. Goodness knows what it is doing to our collective psyche.

[Gita]

Interesting.  She may be naive about buying sheets at night after "they" have fallen asleep, though.

I was expecting a more dire ending. It felt like this was building to something possibly vengeful.  Maybe I've been reading too much Hogan and Floyd on here.

 

 

[Diana E. Backhouse]

This sounds so real as if from your own experience at some point. Is that so?