THE PRINCESS SAVES HERSELF IN THIS ONE
Copyright © 2016 Amanda Lovelace
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Second edition.
ISBN-10: 1532913680
ISBN-13: 978-1532913686
the
princess
saves
herself
in
this
one
for the boy who lived.
thank you for inspiring me to be
the girl who survived.
you may have
a lightning bolt
to show for it
but my body is a
lightning storm.
table of contents
I. the princess . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 9 - 37
II. the damsel . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 38 - 87
III. the queen . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . 88 - 128IV. you . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 129 – 153
here lies
the raw,
unpolished,
& mostly
disjointed
pieces of
my soul.
ah, life—
the thing
that happens
to us
while we’re off
somewhere else
blowing on
dandelions
& wishing
ourselves into
the pages of
our favorite
fairy tales.
once upon a time…
I. the princess
a little bookmad.
i could be found stroking
the spines of my books
while i sat locked alone
inside my
all the while, i hoped my books
would spill their exquisite words
over the lush green carpet
so i could collect them one by one
& savor them like
berries inside of my mouth.
when i had
no friends
i reached inside
my beloved
books
& sculpted some
out of
12 pt
times new roman.
-
my mother
smiled
as she offered
a cube of
sugar
in her
upturned palm.
greedily,
i accepted.
i reached inside
my mouth,
delicately placing one
(just one)
on the center
of my tongue,
& i clamped
down.
salt.
that is what abuse is:
knowing you are
going to get salt
but still hoping for sugar
for nineteen years.
one night,
to feel the bed rocking
back & forth
back & forth
back & forth
back & forth
back & forth
back & forth
back & forth
back & forth
back & forth
at first,
she thought
a hurricane
must be brewing—
-
you should never love
anything
more than you love
your own children.
you should never love
more than you love
your own children.
-
where
do all the
memories go,
the ones we
hide away
with
lock &
key yet
continue
to shape
us all the
s a m e?
-
at eleven years old
the doctor weighed me
& afterwards,
my mother told me
i was too fat
& that i needed to
go on a diet
immediately.
for an entire year,
food barely passed
through my lips.
i did not even allow myself
to take a sip of water
because i wanted to be
so thin that i
could blow away
with the slightest breeze—
disappear.
i dropped sixty pounds
in a few short months
& i had to wear long sleeves
to cover up the
“cat scratches. ”
-
“friend request from _________”
a) the girl who said you were ugly.
b) the girl who said your voice was off-key.
c) the girl who refused to defend you.