rewrite

This is not how it ends.

Remember? This is the one where the dragon is slain. Where the princess stands with her hard-assed sword of not-taking-this-shit and slices through tumors like fruits that hang over-ready and ripe. Where the spell is broken when the cancer drops with a wet heavy thud and the cold stone creatures flush alive again.

This is the Brothers Grimm where long sleeps are followed by awakenings and good morning kisses and the kingdom restored. Where babies bounce the bed and shout GETUP GETUP because there's so much to *do* before this day is done but first let's make pancakes.

This is the story that doesn't end just yet read again and again like an incantation between covers that won't close warm forms cuddled close who can't bear knowing the night is here and fight with brave heavy lids and their last bit of strength to keep their Queen.


for Annie.