You couldn’t ruin the fairytale but I could never be your prince.
Forever in a vial contains, a memory of your essence,
something I’d never tell.
Isn’t it admirable how the truth lies so often, well?
The book of resistance still opens with a nudge.
Creaky, dusty pages, bludgeoned where they smudged.
Call yourself a doctor for the epidemic’s spread!
I’m wounded but unbroken and collapsed upon the bed.
©G.P Williamson 2017