When I was a kid
I used to sit in our garage
reading my fairytales alone
and look around for those
one eyed Cyclopes, gigantic spiders
Ship wrecking octopus and
witches with evil spells and
long blood soaked nails
and what if they sneak in.
They may throw me in dungeon
with hackles for my arms and legs.
They can even burn me and feast
on my heart or pluck away
my eyes and make me blind.
There is no escape from
their web till they wrap me up
with their saliva and swallow.
I shall be left to have a slow death
oh those merciless monsters
But in those moments
always there came a Fairyqueen
or a Mermaid or a Goddess of forests
on her silver unicorn.
They took me from there
to a fairly land or coral palaces
or a castle in the Kingdom of Mapplewoods.
We lived hapily ever after.
But as i grew up
those who put me in dark prison
to eternity did not have
blood dripping nails, but with
lovely nail polishes.
They were not one eyed,
But with two lovely eyes
that can even mesmerise a stone.
Their lovely lips ate away
my heart even when im alive.
Their webs were weaved from a
delicate material, they called love.
They mummified me with their
sweet words soaked in honey,
but made from venom.
Then they made me a zombie for life.
They were not like monsters I read.
They were not witches,
They were all fairy queens,
They were are all mermaids.
Putholi Arumugham T
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