A black hearted Queen, ripe with jealousy, asked for the heart of the fairest lamb in the land.
And all of the peasants, desperate and starving hunted her down like a plump wild bore.
But the princess was as clever and the Queen was cruel, and she gave her heart away...
She gave it to the most terrible monster she could find.
She knew that it would be safe, for everyone feared this monster.
It lived ina deep dark hole, alone but for the bones of maidens that threw themselves at it's feet.
A sacrifice in return for prosperity and protection.
The beast swallowed the princesses heart whole the moment she handed it over.
She felt her chest harden and become cold.
And she knew that the only satisfaction she would ever have was the knowledge that the evil Queen would never ever put her stained hands on her heart.
As time callused her softness and scarred her wounds, her mind wandered,and she wondered...
Did the price she payed outweigh the cost?
Is one monster ever any better than the other?
Never mind, the spell has been cast.
What's done is done.
Some fairy tales don't have happy endings.
And some endings just linger like a cherry that falls from  cigarette, burning a hole in your lap.