August 2, 2014

Cool autumn air pours through the sunroof as leaves trickle onto the windshield.

Pink silk ribbons fall from the ends of brown plaits and flutter onto the rubber car mats.

Lips press against flushed cheeks and open to unveil a rosy, begrimed demon.

It immediately curses it’s den upon entrance, whispering lies of amity and tenderness.

Gluttonous claws entwine themselves in the crown, forcing sovereignty to submission.

The throne falls, bowing to the fantasies of mankind.

The chilly air swirls the brown fallen fields of monarchy around the beast’s newly erect tower.

It collapses under the ecstasy of domination.

The crown rises to power once again, but shall never reclaim its jewels.