Fairytale endings, 

at least with the Brothers Grimm,

climax in violence 

Intravenous 

pirate ships come to maraud, 

plundering your cells 

They can stretch, fill, and

tuck, but time will have its say

and tell its story 

Accords are cored by 

hollow words on hallowed ground 

stained with blood and ink 

Identity masked

by words meant to convey a 

truth that instead shrouds 

Codes and cyphers can't

protect clandestine secrets 

of our sullied souls 

Let nepo babies 

wail as boughs break and cradles 

tumble from on high