Innocence is fragile.
I learned from an early age that monsters are real.
They don't lurk beneath the bed, instead, they hide in plain sight.

I spent two years in hell. Then I ran.
I escaped the monster to find two princes.
They eased my pain, healed my wounds, and stole my heart.

Although, monsters never die quite that easy. No.
Mine returned to haunt me the moment I felt safe.
And that's when the fairytale ended.

Can I save what little of myself I have left?
Or will the monster take that too?