Day after day
she goes about
her usual rut
thinking

that she is
the unlucky one,
once more
elegantly wasted
at the hand of a
never-ending flask.

And the gloves don't
come off anymore
because they are
all she has left to hide

what she can.

Broken daemons
make her miss
the last train home
as they convince
her that she's still
daddy's

princess

even though he's
been gone for years
without a single word.

She sings the
ballad of the
forgotten

as the Aztecs
laugh in their
pre - orthadox
graves with
knowledge of her
fate she has not
yet grasped.

But there is
still so much
hope for a

misguided

princess

in this world,
there is so
much potential
built up within her

beautifully

crafted

heart.