FUCK YOU, SNOW WHITE (Sample)

Snow White, listen.

Your story was never yours. It was mine.

You called me Prince Charming.

Instead, I was hunger and wine.

I wear charm like a crown,

charisma dripping from every pore.

The room bends toward me —

not because I love,

but because they see.

I am a junkie for your eyes,

for applause, for the neon in the spotlight.

Call me Star.

Call me God.

I am always in this mood.

Call me anything —

as long as you call.

Wrong. Bullshit!

Call it worship,

or don’t call at all.

A human wired wrong,

A body allergic to loving real.

I am Mr. Alexithymia. I can’t feel.

I do not embrace,

I consume.

Hollwo inside,

but that’s okay.

Snow White, listen.

You were never yours.

You were mine —

my field, my harvest,

fed with lust, spit, starlight and wine.

I made you bloom, better than the rest —

stronger, brighter, me obsessed.

But I fear I can’t pass this test.

Fields sown by me,

always turn to dust —

to poetry.

When you withered,

I drank your silence.

When you bled,

I smoked your pain and violence.

And I soared,

intoxicated,

by the ruin I myself created.

Little dirty slushy Snow,

not even white anymore.

Now your land is barren,

your skin worn thin and pale.

O Dear,

I promise

I can not stop drinking from the holy grail.

I am greedy, fucking hungry still.

I’ll sow, I’ll reap, I’ll take my fill.

Did I say I love You too –

Sorry Princess, I’ll never do!

I never was your happy-ending fairytale.

I was the headline in tomorrow’s mail.

I am the predator who calls no warning.

You are the victim suffer from my charming.

Fuck you, Snow White.

I’m a narcissistic cannibal.

And you?

Finally,

Hunger.

| © Tatum.