• pragatiaharwar 9w

    I claimed the crown for damaged, yet again.

    All the demons hiding behind the shadows, calling out my name luring me out to the dark, they suddenly came to have a chat, out in the broad daylight. The stories about the bogeyman which was out there to get me, and about the monsters singing me to sleep, the stories came back to life while the sun was still shining on my head.

    There is a world out there, believing in magic, and in miracles and in fairy tales, and it's my right to tell you that whatever you believe in, has the habit to knock on your door one day or other. And mind you, it's not the good old opportunity which will knock once and disappear like the last night's clouds, no, because this is the guest you invited, and it will enter your house, whether you want it or not.

    When I looked into the mirror, I saw the scars from past smiling at me, climbing down my body, coming to life in a living embodiment of the prince and princesses I wrote about.

    I laid with a princess once, and that was my sin, the prince cut me in half and now my love is divided in between dark and the light. I held the princesses hand and ran towards the open door, only to be betrayed by her, because that's what princesses do, they love you, they betray you, and then they tear you apart, piece by piece.

    I cut a prince's hand and gave that as a gift to his enemy, I was rewarded beyond I could think of, but the princess was all on my mind.

    The next of my lover was a handsome prince with a chiseled body and piercing glance. If only I could get him all to myself. I loved him, and I showed him what love should look and feel like. I made him mine and he was there living inside the mansion with his one and only love - me. But then the mansions doors are often opened to witches and enchantress. I have the chiseled body and face locked behind a glass door, adored by everyone and touched by none.

    Oh don't get me wrong here, I don't get out on a hunt for my lovers, they come to me, didn't I tell you that I was haunted by my demons.

    I don't demand to be known, nor I want to be written. I just wanted to be a queen with a crown; because that was exactly what was promised to me when the little birds carried me in their wings and gave me to the bogeyman.
    You and the many were afraid of me, but I was raised by him like a gallant princess and a kind prince. I was born to write fairy tales, because I was living in one until one night the monster under my bed chewed on my pens and died. Those were not for the things living under the bed and haunting me at night, but my parents lived to welcome me again in their home-made heaven.

    Killing is what, just keeping someone from contaminating the air. It's easier said than done. I've been keeping the slayers at bay, and killing them one by one without getting any red on my hand. I've scars moreover the badges of honour from the war. Look what crawled back to my toe and sticked itself like a leech to suck me down, oh wait that was just the one of them, the more the sun raised high, the more the monsters started crawling out.

    I told you, it was all worth the crown of the damaged.

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    There is a world out there, believing in magic, and in miracles and in fairy tales, and it's my right to tell you that whatever you believe in, has the habit to knock on your door one day or other.
    ©pragatiaharwar