He is leaving her

going back

to hide in his

peter pan

music and deep

bottle of boos.



She leans
back
naked
of thought
against
the cobble
berry
******
wall.

her jester
wind
has gone
to dance
in the hair
of some
other would
be lover"s
fool.

the stars
burned
out tonight.

no wishes
falling
in her
eyes.


not a
shred
of her
forever
after
princess dress
left to
mend.


left standing
in the dark
at midnight,

with only
an all

to familiar
Punkin,

and four
large hungry
rats to
feed.