A fairy

A fairy

 

It was a day in the city: riddled rhymes and staggering swine,

A day as normal as can be.

But an encounter to change the flow; a disruption to the agreeing tempo,

The arrival of a fairy.

 

The fairy was what I had always imagined it to be,

A portrait out of a storybook:

 

Long golden hair, like Goldilocks, and like

Rotten worms devouring decomposing brains.

Soft, white skin, like Snow White,

Skin as white as leprosy.

 

Such a charming little thing it was, sitting by the street,

I walked up, gently taking her hand, I knelt on one knee

Then I

Grabbed a fistful of her hair, slamming her head into the cement.

A crack resounded through the silent street.

 

When the fairy cried, golden pearls rolled down her cheeks,

Bowing down till the ground and my head meets,

I said I  was sorry

 

She didn’t forgive me.

So I slipped out a knife and stabbed her knee

And she let out such a melodious scream.

 

Forgive me, I repeated, shaking my head.

She, like a mimicking puppet mimed my actions.

I wondered why, but I just saw red

I pitied her as I flashed out my gun.

 

So I shot myself instead. 

- J.

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This was written as an experiment, trying to imitate the work of John Berryman.