Once upon a time there lived a beautiful girl. In all the lands, she was swept up by a charming young prince. She was his moon, pulling in his ocean. He was a boy that made her guess. They lived off of kisses and dreams everything in between. Their souls meshed into this ball of cotton candy that floated through the winter sky. Crisp and clean. She fell into her fear, fear of loving. But she was drugged into a comatose of it, surrounding her and her walls crumbled to the floor. She was safe in their tower. But too soon devastation struck. The prince lost himself in his gray matter. He searched for days and grew deeper into the maze disheveled by sharp whiskey. He told her he would be back to their cupcake fortress. She trusted him. But on the inside she was nothing. Just another ink splosh on a blank note card. Everyone read her differently, but only she truly knew she was nothing but a black mass. Days blurred into nights. Nights blurred into mornings. And those became mouths. She couldn’t leave the dark chamber she hosted. Maggots were eating her insides. Splurging off the stained blood of sorrow. She soon entered the maze to find him. Twisting and turning into a vortex of dark alleys. She found him. Him. He was at the heart of the Kraken. And next to him was the dueling witch. He took a bite of the witch’s apple and found an exit door. Little did he know, the door lead to a maze of snakes and vultures awaiting to eat him alive. The princess was blinded. She saw nothing but the light on the other side, pulling and dragging him away. The ally ways were filled with quick sand, sucking him back in. The sweaty palms of the two were slipping away. No matter how hard they pulled, they lost grasp of each other. The princess held her breath and swam out of the ocean of misery and treachery. Defeat stamped on her forehead and water filled her lungs. She drowned herself in common faces and blood filled baths. She was living. Her maggots turned into flies and the were taken away with a gust of wind. Everything was fine. Until he came home. Home. Knocking on her window, carbon filling his head. Grappling along with a hook and a heart, he over shot once and again. She turned this way and that, he turned into her reflections. She slammed and screamed and fed him to the lions. His raw flesh was unwanted by all. Her lungs were starting to drain, and the smell of chocolate bars was in the distance. Tossing and turning, she was awaken by his breathe. Sweet sensations took over her body and her skin was golden. Sharp knives were removed and the poisoned blood trickled into a jar of sins. To be forever reminded of the past. A new day was dawn and she could smell the sunlight and taste the rose petals falling from the sky. They live off of kisses and dreams and everything in between.