Beauty & the Beast

Beauty & the Beast It all happened pretty much the way you heard it. Faster than I can even remember There was a kiss in the rain then music and a change. Then he was a king and I was a queen in the space of minutes a ruler of a land filled with adoring people milk and honey streams and all of that part is true. It was just after that I had trouble with. My golden husband of a king and the sun shining like butter sometimes the serenity would be so omnipresent it would feel like razors slipped under my skin and I would have to catch something. A bird, a small cat. My king would find their tiny cold bodies all over the room and say nothing for a while that was enough but after the silence would be sandpaper on my skin spikes driven into my skull I’d ride out to the countryside just to make something to scream a deer, a pig, once a small boy. It’s getting worse He sees the blood on my riding gloves and says nothing. Once I left a skinned cat in the sun so the smell filled our chambers just to see if he would notice he just had it taken away. He ignores me when he doesn’t know what to do with me this king he is now. Like I never once watched him hunt in the dark. I set a small fire in the kitchen just to watch it burn and I think about how things used to be when he would bring me trophies of rabbits ripped open his flanks dripping blood and how much I loved him in the moonlight my monster. I told him that I figured it out now one night while we sat in silence as he ignored the gristle under my nails I said I know what the curse was and he looked at me with those eyes the one thing on him that stayed the same the curse wasn’t for you it’s mine. I never learned the beauty inside him His kind heart or noble spirit I just loved how answered the dark thing in me. When he comes to me at night now I just pick figths I push him Yell insults And he storms out, the bigger man When all I want is for him to hit me He locks me away sometimes the villagers call me the mad queen since that time I caught a courtyard dog a mangy thing lifted it to my mouth and bit firmly into its side just to see if I could if I could be the one to have teeth now that his are gone. It’s my misfortune of a curse what woman would love a man with fangs unless she wanted the risk of getting her throat ripped out but it isn’t my fault he’s the one who changed. Who left me the gaping needing question his jaws and bloodlust once answered and so I’m leaving. I know he’ll follow, this king. With his knights and retainers and he’ll curse me and call me a liar but I wasn’t. I always meant it. When I met him in the yard and after the hunt Him still reeking of new decay when I was covered with the claw marks and bleeding of his desire I did I still do love him, my beast. I just have nothing left for this king.