Once upon a time There was a mouse Who pretended to be a Real Girl And she dressed herself up And hid her whiskers behind Jewelry and rouge And porcelain powder And she scurried away When the cats got too close
She decorated her hole In the wall With rose petals and baby pink And she kissed boys And pretended they did not Notice the fur
But she began to wither Her little rodent bones Rattling beneath A shrinking skin bag Her fur fell out And the diamonds were too big For her pink ears
She spun marathons On a glass wheel Always running towards something Never finding Anything
She got so small That those boy’s hands No longer had anything To hold onto And suddenly They did not want to Talk to her Anymore And her rose filled nest in the wall Became a Black hole of guilt
And it ****** her Up up up
And no one noticed When she did not crawl back out.