The swan fell off,
An ugly duckling at the masquerade
With sour suction fingers
and a pouting attention whine.
Oh, but not to leave you all alone
in your ivory tower, shields caving in
- a little too unfair for a cookie-cutter princess.
Still your dribbled words,
and brittle, cracked demand
shoved at my brain as time bled on,
a gagging reek of expectation.
I offered the white feather the last time,
Eschewing the remnants of gutted logic
- and you rejected me with taffeta hauteur.
May you rot in your psychological bog,
And strangle in your delusional web
- the spiders will chitter on the bones.