When I was small, the world made sense,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
If hurt arrived in false pretense.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Our home became a castle high,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Where queens wore smiles and monsters sighed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My queen once laughed like silver bells, <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Before the curse, before the spells.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And when the rubies marked her mouth,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I called it magic, not a wound dealt out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For queens don\u2019t bleed, they only gleam, <\/p>\n\n\n\n
In every book and every dream.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And monsters live where stories say,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not in the halls where children pray.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So I stayed still. I learned the rules.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I sharpened silence into tools.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I hid inside the pages tight,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Where dragons burned the dark with light.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I never named the thing I feared.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Names make monsters feel too near.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In tales the unnamed always fade,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So I believed. And so I stayed.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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