Blue snow surrounds.
The dance of frozen ghosts in the air.
No one else is around.
Nothing is heard.
But the mutter of soldiers in uniforms.
She studies them with her sound eyes.
Not the type of girl who believes in unicorns.
Offers cigarettes and lights one herself
Should not have turned her back.
Dragged to the doctor, at least he calls himself a doctor.
-"My how lovely you are...
"I bet you just love dolls and shooting stars"
He should not have turned his back.
She blinds him with boiling water
"For all the children you have helped slaughter!"
She escapes to the unknown.
Meets a little unicorn.
NO!!!!!! Not a unicorn!!! they don't exist!
She meets a pony.
-"My what a lovely girl but just so corny"
-"Come and join me on my journey"
A little boy dressed in rags
Promises her and many other children freedom,
in never never land
He is the real world's Peter pan.
He leads them to a small hole in the ground
-"All you gotta do is believe and dive in".
And surely they all do, but not she.
she just watches,
the one who doesn't believe in unicorns.
She knows
They all fall to their demise
She cant't stop them no matter how hard she tries
No never never land is at the end of that hole
-"God damn it!!!!!I don't believe in fairys or trolls."
Still it hurts.
It hurts to know.
