I find Sleeping Beauty
third stool from the end of the bar
slumped over with her boombox serenades
spilling from her mouth.
She stumble and shifts
into catchphrase heartbreak.
Tells everyone her prince left
after the second shot glass kiss
and her love is a happy ending fiasco.
Her heart stalls and constricts
on every Instagram reel
of his false knight smile and white stallion style .
He had been a home upon her dream laced tongue.
She tried to rinse and spit out ghost texts
and quick to voicemails with each vodka therapy session.
His affectionate flickers remained lodged in her right coronary.
Every twinkle memory built up plaque
threatening to burst open her hope strength valves
and put her in another after lovedead coma.
Sleeping beauty clutches at the edge of the bar
eyeing the puddle squeezed out of her broken heart-
trying to see a reflection without his armor.
Poetic Trials 