`Fairytale 2002`

His was the face of a child afraid to speak. He was a quiet person anyway, but his face seemed so startled when a sound came out of his mouth, that he rarely spoke. He looked so innocuous the day they�d met, so much so that she hadn�t really noticed him.

However, a face so singular can only be ignored by a girl whose innocence and perfection has yet to be cracked. Once she had been flawed, she turned to such blue eyes, such innocuous lips and saw what she�d missed.

But how innocuous can he really be, when beneath petal pink lips lurk the teeth of a wolf, and beneath sun-rubbed hair lurks the wit of a fox?

So how could she be surprised when his carefully planned carelessness drew her into a corner, and his gentle hands diverted attention from his rough emotions? So he shattered her, while she sat, thinking she was being caressed. She broke into a thousand pieces, only half jagged, and not one touched him. He walked away.

And every night she cries, and every night she drinks herself to sleep. Every night she dreams about what it�s like to love, but she dreams false. She knows only cunning, she loves only apparitions.

The words that drop out of her mouth are condemned, they�re forgotten and ignored�the words of another victim, another poor girl scorned. She had it all coming to her, with her innocence and youth, how dare she maintain such things.

And every night he laughs, and every week he finds a new one, and every night she cries, and every night she drinks herself to sleep. And one day soon she�ll probably wander off the well worn path she�s walking, into the woods and she�ll never return.