Moonflower Princess

They picked the moonflowers,

but only the ones with petals

whiter than the lifeless skin

that they were sat upon.

"Daddy, I'm not a damsel in distress,"

she had pleaded with the king,

when she still had breath to plead with.

It was the hero they sent her who needed saving.

"Let me rescue you, let me rescue you,"

The prince with the knife in him begged.

"Rescue me, rescue me," she grunted

as she ripped her dress to soak the blood.

"I'm not a damsel in distress,"

she reminded them both

as the "I love you"s flew so fast

that the only thing faster was their blood,

slishing off the blade and onto their faces

with a slick of the wrist.

Across her stomach was the first slice,

and then her eyes, to save her

from watching the betrayal that hurt worse than being gutted.

Yet her heart keep beating until his eyes were cut too,

by his own weak hand to save himself from seeing

the pain that he painted all too red.

They picked moonflowers

and used them as her eyes.

A much prettier sight

than what she last saw.