My Cardboard Balcony

Maiden by Belinda Roddie you were drinking butterscotch soup today golden sweetness dripping from your raw pink chin disappearing into puddles in the dry meadow grass sharper than any nectar I suckled from your lactating nipple heaving saliva and sugar tears with each salty breath I dreamt I was a horned creature standing on a bridge all alone and holding out a bowl of blood asking every girl who passed to fuck me so I could finally sleep during the night you ladled spoonfuls of intoxication into my mouth and tasted like Wonderland.

A princess? A princess?! Really? Out of all the things to find in a tower, it had to be a princess? Not that it's surprising in any way, shape, or form, but c'mon...can we have a little originality here? I mean, it was bad enough that I had to fight a dragon...a red dragon, mind you. It's always red. Why not a purple dragon? Would that be too fabulous? Hmmm? Oh, now she's looking at me with those doe brown eyes. Better start acting all heroic.