what happened
then
is disclosed
in an angry
barrage
of bitten
words, bloodied
tongues
and shame.
who's
fault it is,
who let him
up the stairs
to touch her
innocence
now has a name.
it's more clear
who owns
this thing so
dark
and vile
and long
ago. it's her
fairy tale,
warped and warmed
in awakened
days
of dream.
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