by Mikayla Mislak
From the October 2015 Issue

In a place between fairytale and
real, she finds you, the one
with the hands bleeding of
smoke.
Take a drink
from her saintly palms.

She prays to your unrested soul, which
lays somewhere between rose bushes
and the forced servitude of
human furniture.

Although anchored
by jewels and misgivings, she traipses upon
the airs of your undoing. Eyes of
bondage, follow
her every sideways motion.

Spellbound is your love and
cursed is hers, she will never
kiss your honest fangs.
Intimacy is reserved only
for the beautiful.

Inspired by the 1946 film, “Beauty and the Beast”