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Автор Amanda Lovelace

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 - 128

IV. 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

the princess i was born

a little bookmad.

i could be found stroking

the spines of my books

while i sat locked alone

inside my tower bedroom.

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.

- forever a collector of words.

when i had

no friends

i reached inside

my beloved

books

& sculpted some

out of

12 pt

times new roman.

- & it was almost good enough.

the queen

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.

- you may be gone, but i still have a stomachache.

one night,

the princess

i

the princess

i

the princess

i

the princess woke

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—

- i can’t. i’m sorry.

you should never love

anything

more than you love

your own children.

you should never love

anyone

more than you love

your own children.

- how could you?

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?

- did it really happen if i can’t remember it?

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. ”

- everybody told me how good i looked, though.

“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.