They Eat Their Own

Fairy tale written
Stop.
Happy ending,
Fucking cocks.
Fucking me or fucking you.
But I'm the one you hate to know
exists (oh, I exist)
In that story of ever after.
Stop.
Every storybook contains
a voice like mine
(Captivating singing voice)
Backyard barbeque and gluttons eating cow or pig remains on spinning tops
or cherry blossoms
yo-yo's coloured yellow
Stop.
Chasing me like fucking cops or cocks
I'm not sure which.
But I am sure the
story lines containing me,
(Tupperware lid snapped on tight)
Holds me captive
or captivated
Author forgot me in the end
Mindless sideline story she is,
Ripping through the pages
Stop.
We forgot her out there in the grove of apple throwing
talking trees
Sipping soup from an old peanut butter jar,
eating chili with her fingers
chewing on her shirt sleeve
and singing
American Pie until her voice grows hoarse.
Go.